We can hardly picture how far kindness can travel over the world. In these three touching stories, regular people performed great things for other people and realized that their own lives were impacted in a big manner as a result.
Kindness is a strong force that alters the lives of both the giver and the receiver. This collection has three great stories of how being kind and giving has altered people’s lives for the better. These stories are a strong reminder that tiny acts of kindness can make a great difference, whether it’s helping strangers or neighbors.
1. I bought groceries for a stranger, and it led to my grandma’s $230,000 therapy.
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She was surprised to learn that her wallet was still in her friend’s car, which meant she was about to depart without any money.
“Ma’am, I’ve got it,” I said without thinking.
“Oh, no.” “I couldn’t let you go like that,” she remarked as she looked me up and down. She seemed astonished that a 12-year-old wanted to help.
“I must insist, ma’am.” We should do good things for other people sometimes, hoping that karma would come back to us in some form, right? I answered, “That’s what my grandma always says.”
She halted for a moment, but I kept going.
I didn’t have much money, but I understood that the correct way was the most important thing.
She said, “Thank you very much.” My name is Mary. What do you think?
“I am Mark,” I said.
“Thank you for everything you’ve done, Mark,” she said with a smile. “Hey, why don’t you tell me your phone number?” I want to make sure I can pay you back as soon as I get my money.
I put my number on the receipt and gave it to her. “I’m here, so you don’t have to worry.” There’s no need to hurry; take your time. I live fairly close by, after all.
“Okay, Mark,” she said with a smile, thanking him again before she left.
I felt nice, although to be honest, I didn’t think about it for long after that. I paid attention to my grandma. She ended up in the hospital, where she had to confront the scary truth that she required a big operation that we couldn’t pay for.
I set up a GoFundMe account to raise money, but it’s not going as well as I had hoped. I had trouble getting along with a lot of individuals.
A few days later, someone knocked on my door. Mary and her daughter Anastacia arrived to give me back the money I lent them.
“Thanks again, Mark,” Mary remarked.
I grinned and answered, “Not a problem at all.”
She looked around and inquired, “Who else is in this space with you?”
“I live with my grandma,” I said.
“Oh, I’d love to meet her!” she exclaimed. “I want to thank her for raising such a great young man.”
I told them everything that was wrong with us right then and there. They were startled that I was getting money for her surgery on my own.
Then they did something really cool. They got help.
Anastacia told everyone in her network about our GoFundMe page. She posted on Reddit to relate the story of how I assisted her mom.
I wasn’t sure if it would work at first, but the plot started to get my attention.
People started adding to the story, and it quickly went over the internet.
I didn’t realize it at first, but donations started coming in and adding up to $230,000, which was just the right amount for my grandma’s surgery. I was totally astonished.
I simply gave Mary $20 to help her, but it saved my grandma’s life.
My grandma got the attention she needed thanks to Mary and Anastacia. I will always remember how one simple act of kindness made the trip great.
2.Hey. I handed a stranger my last $1, and I saw him again at my prom.
My mom and grandma were a significant part of my childhood, but it wasn’t always easy. When we didn’t have much money, we made the most of what we did have.
We only needed love.
I couldn’t help but feel excited as prom grew closer. Like many other young ladies, I saw myself in a gorgeous outfit and felt like I belonged.
I didn’t ask my mom for money to buy a dress, though, because I knew we didn’t have much money.
My mom, Dina, and my granny, Holly, surprised me one morning with an envelope.
“Mom said softly as she pushed the envelope across the table, “We’ve been saving up.”
The money was hardly enough to buy one piece of clothing in the space. I was incredibly thrilled, but I don’t know if Mom had been saving money for me or if she had taken out a loan.
“I really appreciate it!” I hugged them passionately. “Thanks a lot for going out of your way to do this for me!”
I really wanted to find the right dress that day.
As I rode the bus to the dress shop, I held the envelope tightly in my hand and thought about the gorgeous attire I would choose. Two staff abruptly interrupted my train of thought by inspecting tickets.
At that point, I observed a man in the back of the bus. He seemed worried.
“I-I think I lost my ticket,” he stammered with a stutter. “I left my wallet at home.”
The workers glared at each other.
One of them said with authority, “You will get a ticket if you don’t have one.”
“Pay your bills now, or we’ll have to call the police.”
“Please, please,” the man begged. “I need to see my daughter.” I have to take her to the hospital because she’s unwell. I guess I forgot my wallet in the heat of the moment. I had to go see her. I can’t pay the fine.
It looked like the people on the bus didn’t believe in what they were doing. One of them shook his head in disbelief.
“We’ve heard every excuse there is.” “You’ll have to talk to the police if you can’t pay the fine.”
It crushed my heart to see the man’s eyes full of misery.
I stopped to think about the dress, but a voice inside me advised me to put this man’s need for help before my personal need for a dress.
I stepped up and exclaimed, “I’ll pay his fine,” before I could alter my mind.
Rick stared at me with big eyes as I gave the bus attendants the money.
His voice shook, and tears filled his eyes. “I can’t believe you did that,” he said quietly. “You saved me.” Thanks!
I grinned and said, “It’s fine.” “Hope your daughter gets better soon.”
I informed my mom what had happened when I arrived home and didn’t find anything. You could see she was angry.
“You really gave the money away?” She asked, her voice full of disbelief. “Carly, how can you be so dumb? That guy could have done something fantastic! What if he told you a lie?
There were tears in my eyes. I hadn’t thought of that.
At that time, my grandma gave me a nice hug.
In a low voice, she said, “You made the right choice.” “Kindness always comes back to us.”
A few days later, I wore a vintage dress to prom. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was an outcast as the other girls gracefully twirled in their lovely, sparkling gowns.
I was ready to regret my decision to go, but suddenly a light touch on my shoulder pulled me back to reality.
Rick was standing there with a sneer on his face when I turned around. His daughter was next to him, full of life and vitality.
He said, “I’d like you to meet my daughter, Haley.”
“Hello, Haley,” I said with a smile.
Then he gave me a gift in a beautifully wrapped box.
“What is this?” “Why?” I questioned.
Rick urged, “Please open it.” “This is for you.”
When I peeled off the wrapper, it was a sight to see. Rick had given me the prettiest clothes I had ever seen.
“I don’t know what to say,” I said. “This… this is just so pretty!”
Rick smiled. “Your help has meant a lot to me, especially when I felt like I was all alone.” It’s time for you to have fun tonight.
I changed into the dress fast and headed into prom, feeling like a princess.
That night, I learned that kindness may show up when you least expect it.
3.Hi. I helped an older woman trim her yard, and not long after that, her lawyer called me.
My wife died seven years ago, yet we still feel her absence in our home. I never believed I would have to live my life without her.
At this point in my life, my 15-year-old daughter Alice is the only thing that makes me happy. What keeps me going is that she’s there.
One afternoon, I spotted my old neighbor Mrs. White having difficulties with her lawnmower through the window.
Mrs. White was the type of lady who would never ask anyone else for help. She appeared quite independent, yet on that day, she looked like she needed help.
I remember a time when I offered to help her with her shopping, and she wouldn’t let me do it unless I gave her some money. It was hard to get her to understand that I was assisting her for more than just money.
I instantly hurried outside to aid her when I observed her having trouble with the mowers.
“Mrs. White! I yelled. “Let me help you mow the lawn.”
“Oh, Felix,” she said with a smile. “You’re always so nice, and you’ve never asked for anything in return.”
“Oh, it’s not a big deal, Mrs. White,” I answered, downplaying the situation. “That’s the whole point of community.” I don’t want anything back.
She came over to me with an extremely well-made box after I completed mowing her grass.
It was a piece of art, with beautiful stones on the surface that gleamed and shone in the sun. The diamonds, rubies, and emeralds all had different colors that made beautiful patterns.
She said, “This is for you, my dear Felix.” “This is a thank you that you deserve for being so nice.”
“Is this mine?” “I have to say no, Mrs. White. It’s too valuable,” I said with all the respect in the world. You don’t need to say thank you. To be honest.
“Very well,” she said. “Hold on a second.”
She went home and came back with a bag of apples.
“This is for Alice.” She went on in a mocking tone, “Now, don’t even think about saying no.”
“Okay, Mrs. White,” I said with a smile. Alice will handle things from here. Thank you very much.
Alice’s eyes lit up with glee when I returned home and gave her the apples. She found the very beautiful box that Mrs. White had tried to give me as she delved through the bag.
“Dad!” “Alice remarked, raising it up high for everyone to see, “Look inside the bag!”
I knew I couldn’t keep it.
I said firmly, “This isn’t ours, Alice.” “We have to give it back.”
As I walked back to Mrs. White’s house to give her the box back, I felt apprehensive. I knocked on the door, but no one came to respond.
She was lying on the couch and seemed really relaxed.
Already gone.
I took a big breath.
I clasped the box tightly in my hands as I left her house and called for an ambulance right away. I felt a wave of sadness.
I decided to look for the box online the next day. I found crates like this that were worth more than $250,000, and it was just wonderful.
At that moment, I couldn’t shake the feeling that retaining the box was improper.
I was pondering about what to do next when the phone rang. Jonathan was Mrs. White’s lawyer. He wanted me to meet him the next day.
When I got to his office,
I met Henry, Mrs. White’s son. He said I took the package.
“I didn’t take it,” I responded with certainty. “She gave it to me.”
Henry, on the other hand, still didn’t trust me.
Instead, he said he would pay $1,000 to have it back.
I said no since I knew how much it was worth and told him he could bid on it at an auction.
But things got out of hand during the auction very quickly. I had to leave the place fast because I didn’t have any proof that I owned it.
I went back to Mrs. White’s house that night because I needed to discover confirmation that she wanted me to have the box. But Henry saw me in the middle of it all.
He said, “You’ve made a big mistake.” “This is breaking and entering.” It is illegal. But I’m willing to forget about this if you do precisely what I say.
He responded, “You have until tomorrow,” with a lot of power. “Give me the box, or I’ll have to call the police.” They will undoubtedly want to hear about what you did last night.
I thought about what I would do next when I arrived home.
I knew I couldn’t send the box back, so I told Alice to take it to her grandma’s house to keep it safe.
“Why can’t you come with me, Dad?” Alice asked just before she departed.
“I might be gone for a while, my dear,” I murmured, attempting to hide how scared I was. “I promise you, I’ll be back.”
I called Henry after Alice departed and told him I was ready to give myself up. The police took me into custody that night and put me in handcuffs.
Even after spending months in jail, I still wasn’t sure I had made the right option.
One day, a security told me to gather my stuff ready.
I was astonished to see Alice there, waiting for me. She found papers in the box that showed Mrs. White wanted me to have it.
She said to me, “It wasn’t easy, Dad.” Don’t you remember that the box needed a code of three digits to open?
“Yes, I remember,” I answered. “So, how did you break the code?”
“Hey Dad, I worked on this for a long time,” she said. “I think about a month.”
“I found these papers in the box,” she said next. I wasn’t sure what to do at first, but then I found a buyer for the box who helped me a lot. Not only did they pay for the box, but they also helped me get a lawyer and told me about bail.
“That’s… that’s really great, my dear,” I remarked, trying to figure out how my daughter could take on such a major job so rapidly.
Alice had made plans for my release with the help of those papers and the lawyer.
“Dad, we’re free at last,” she replied with a smile. “The box was very valuable, but the best thing is that we still have each other.”
I whispered, “Thank you, my love,” and put my arms around her. “Having you with me makes me feel very lucky.”
That day, I learned how much my goodness came back to me, more than I could have ever thought possible.
