Kindness has a way of bringing us back to what matters in a world that moves swiftly and sometimes feels like it’s not linked. You only need a true moment, a compassionate act, or a simple choice to care. These short stories are simple yet powerful reminders that being nice can alter lives, bring people together, and keep us in touch.
My granddaughter was receiving her undergraduate degree in Story 1. I made her something out of crochet because that’s all I could afford. Her other grandmother bought her a brand-new car. My granddaughter didn’t even see the present I gave her. I left early because I felt so little.
My son called me the next day and told me to check my phone. I was astonished when I noticed that my granddaughter had written a long statement online with a picture of the crochet I made. I cried because of what she said.
She said that the gift I made for her was the most valuable thing she would ever own and thanked me for being her grandmother. The post became viral, and thousands of people commented on it and shared it. I shed tears of joy because I felt seen and valued.
Later that day, my granddaughter came to see me. She thanked me in person and gave me a big hug. She said that the automobile she got was a great surprise, but what meant the most to her was the time, love, and effort I put into making her a crochet gift.
I’m very proud of my granddaughter for being kind, kind, and loving.
Story 2:
I applied for 93 jobs in two months. I just had one can of beans left. I got a call back for a job I didn’t even remember applying for.
The office was huge, yet it was quite quiet. They asked me questions as if they had already hired me, and they didn’t seem to doubt it.
After that, I asked the receptionist, “Is this a real business?” She laughed and said, “It’s real.” Someone you helped at your last job is now working here.
I never learned who it was. But they made sure I got another chance.
Story 3:
I sat next to an ancient Japanese woman on a 13-hour flight. She was nervous, so I used Google Translate to help her with her lunch and customs forms. We “talked” like that for hours. She had never met her grandchild before.
A week later, she sent a postcard with a picture and a note of thanks. She must have acquired my address from the tag on my bag. It’s still on the fridge.
We could talk to one other without saying anything. Kindness truly does move.
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Story 5:
I was crying in the walk-in fridge at work. I had no idea the female from another section was watching me. A manager came in later and said, “You’ve been covered.” Return home.
She took my shift without asking me why.
I discovered out later that she had plans for that night, but she never told me. I tried to return the money to her. “I wish someone would do the same for me,” she said. I always keep an eye out for the quiet ones now.
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Story 7:
I was leaving the courthouse after my divorce was final. Held together till the main doors.
After that, I stopped. A man who was just walking in held the door open. He didn’t rush me. Not talking. Just stood there.
It gave me a chance to regain my breath. Not everything that important has to be exciting. Being kind sometimes means not hurrying someone.
Story 8:
I phoned an Uber to transport me home after I left the ER. I was tied up but could leave. The driver stopped, looked at me, and asked, “Are you sure you’re okay?” I nodded.
“We’ll wait ten minutes,” he said. I’ll drive after that. He just sat there. Did not start the ride.
I wasn’t okay after all. But I felt better after sitting quietly in my car for ten minutes.
He then got into his car.
Story9:
I was walking home in the rain without an umbrella, and my hoodie became soaked. There was a small bus stop with an old man sitting there, dry, and reading a book.
He waved for me to come over. He took off his plastic poncho and made me put it on. I said no. “I’m home already,” he said. This is my bench.
He smiled and went back to reading in the rain.
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