So I've been in a sling for several months now. It's sucked. I'm finally getting my shoulder surgically repaired soon. A lot of times I do have people I know helping me, but today wasn't one of those days. I live in a third floor walk up apartment. My apartment complex lot gets packed fast, so I had to park about two blocks away today.

It's about 102 right now. I was carrying two bags of groceries in my one functional arm (that is about ready to throw in the towel after literally doing all the heavy lifting for months). I'm walking along, toughing it out, I don't think I was visibly struggling (but internally I totally was). This kid is walking towards me, all of maybe 12 or 13, takes one look at me and offers to help.

I had to keep from bursting into tears because I have had so many adults in my complex watch me carrying heavy loads and not say a thing. And here's this kid not thinking twice about it.

I graciously accepted his help, he helped me carry my groceries up to my front door and was gonna take off without another word. I only had a 5 in my wallet but I gave it to him for just being a damn good human being. He seemed genuinely surprised by the gesture.

What a good kid. And kudos to his parents for raising him right.

I wanted to say an extra thanks to a Portland Lyft driver who gave me a handmade gift her mom made that I now treasure, it’s beautifully embroidered, and I am using as part of my costuming in an upcoming show. Thank you so much for your random kindness. Love you Portland.

This happened probably 30 years ago. A friend and her mother were moving and had packed up some items in the bed of their pickup truck. They were driving down the highway and got pulled over by a cop car. They expected the worst, but instead it was a female cop who noticed them and that they didn’t have the items tied down properly, and she pulled them over to help secure their items and make sure they were safe. My friend still tells that story to this day because to her it was a bit of unexpected kindness that meant the world to them.

Yeah, not what I planned for, but when I plugged it in in my room after driving it back home, that thing smelled like someone rolled a wet dog up in a Marlboro and smoked it down to the butt (of the dog's as well).

I spent $60 on this thing. When I bought it, the nephew was kind of upset that his aunt was selling it. As I walked away, he shouted out the window, in a half-joking manner, "I'll miss you, AC!"

I debated leaving it right then, and truth be told, my instinct was spot on. But I ended up one-upping the situation anyways by taking it home, because I rinsed out the tarry hair gunk conglomerate and returned it in a better condition. Kid was stoked!

I spent $60 to clean out someone's AC unit today lol

the first time this happened, I was 11. I would walk to the gas station near my house and take my small amount of money and buy donuts for my little brother and I (he couldn’t walk with me because he was too young) and I was a few quarters short. the cashier told me to “just take it,” I offered him the money that I had, and he said no.

the second time this happened, I had just had a panic attack and stormed out to the gas station to get fresh air. I was a dollar short for a soda and a sour candy to shock my senses and calm my nerves. the lady at the register just said “no darling, don’t put that candy back. don’t worry,” and she smiled, wishing me well and hoping I felt better.

the third time, another customer offered to pay for my soda, even though I had enough money. I had made small talk when we were by the soda fountain, and he only had larger bills, so he paid for both my soda and his own soda to use the full 10 dollar bill. I thanked him profusely and told him safe travels (he wasn’t local, I live in a tourist heavy city)

the forth time this happened, I was in line and did not have enough for everything I wanted for my girlfriend and I. I put her favorite back and only grabbed the soda. I thought about stealing a KitKat, but decided against it. I couldn’t do that. I left and suddenly the two women behind me walked out behind me and handed me the candy I had put back, talking about how they want to perpetuate kindness. I smiled and thanked them.

it’s only been 4 times. it’s never been anything big. but it made me smile, and gave me hope. for all these kind things that people have done for me, and to carry it forward. I pay for people behind me in small shops if I have enough extra. I give random compliments. I help people who drop their groceries and bring over cookies to my neighbors. those small acts of kindness at someplace as mundane as the gas station gives me faith in humanity.

A high school theatre class was exiting the woods today, chatting in pairs after a cosplay photo session.
As they passed a frail, old lady inching up the walking trail on crutches, almost every
young person smiled and exchanged pleasantries or a kind word with her.
When this old woman attended high school, she was the painfully shy girl no-one spoke to.
But today these marvelous pink and blue haired teens SAW me and made me a queen!

I was traveling to NYC from NY on Amtrak. As I was getting on the train the woman behind me was struggling with her luggage so I lifted it onboard. She got on the car behind us and my wife and I continued to first class. The woman came into our car after a few minutes and I helped her stow her suitcase in the overhead rack. I was complaining to my wife that you could hang a side of meat in the car as it was so cold. Next thing I know this woman was laying her coat over me. I protested by she wouldn’t let me give it back. I was very thankful and warm for the rest of the trip. I was grateful to her for her kindness. And the coat which I gave back before we disembarked.

This morning I was driving to the library, and I noticed an older gentleman driving a motorized wheelchair on the sidewalk on my right hand side. I saw him drop something, stop and start to lean over. I happened to be turning right anyway, so I pulled into the parking lot nearest to the sidewalk where he was. I noticed a truck also turning right, and lo and behold, he parked right near me. We both got out to go check on the man, and smiled. I was closer, so I actually went to check on him, and the truck driver gave me a thumbs up to make sure he was ok. He'd just dropped a power cable for a phone charger, and I was able to get it unstuck from his wheels pretty quickly. The gentleman thanked me, and it was just so wholesome that two people actually stopped to help.

I used to think kindness was mostly about what you gave Last Tuesday changed that After work, I had half a sandwich and some fries left over I knew I wasn't going to eat them.Outside my office building, there was an older man sitting against the wall I'd seen him around a few times.I walked over and held out the container Hey, I'm not going to finish this. Would you like it? He smiled as he took it Thank you. I really appreciate it As I turned to leave, he glanced at the coffee cup in my hand My name was written on the side Thank you, Emily he said I hope you have a good evening I froze for a second He knew my name because it was written on a coffee cup I didn't know his because I'd never asked The person so many people walked past every day had just made me feel seen The next morning, I saw him again outside my office This time, I walked over first Good morning I'm Emily He smiled I know Then he held out his hand I'm Daniel We talked for a few minutes. He told me he used to work construction until a back injury cost him his job He never asked me for anything He just seemed happy that someone stopped to talk to him like any other person I still think about Daniel The leftovers probably only helped him for one meal But learning each other's names reminded me of something I'd forgotten Sometimes what people need most isn't charity It's simply being treated like they matter

I was in the line and let his little daughter pass, who had a bunch of snacks ready to be bought, and let him in front, but he decided to let me go first and even pay for my coca cola. And he even let me get another coca cola and pay for that. It was completely random, but thank you, man.

Thank you for noticing a stranger’s distress. Thank you for asking if there is anything you can do to help a person who just found out their parent was put in hospice and is now scrambling for pet care and flight tickets. Thank you for asking if I have Venmo so you could buy me a cup of coffee or something.

You heard me on the phone asking for emergency boarding care for my cats, and rather than ignore someone else’s distressed voice, you waited until I was off the phone to ask me how how you could help. When I kindly, but sadly deferred, you asked if I have Venmo. When I said I do, you asked if you could send me money for a cup of coffee or something. Thank you for being a decent person and not turning a blind eye to someone else’s distressed voice. It makes me have hope that there are still good people in this world.

I wrote this in Korean and translated it with a translation tool. I know it probably sounds awkward in places, but I wanted to share this story anyway. Maybe someone here has had a similar experience.

I'm a pharmacist in South Korea. I also write on a small blogging platform and recently applied to become a writer there. One of the requirements was having a blog or social media account, so I started a blog.

A few months ago, someone followed my blog.

I visited his blog in return and started reading.

He was a burn survivor. At first I only read one or two posts because, honestly, I wasn't sure I could handle reading more. The things he had been through were difficult to imagine. I left a few likes and quietly closed the page. But for some reason I kept thinking about him.

A few days later I visited again. Then again. Eventually I ended up reading everything.

What stayed with me wasn't his injury. It was the way he wrote. He had suffered a life-changing injury and could never fully return to the life he had before. But his writing was warm. Sometimes funny. Sometimes painfully honest. He wrote about fear without pretending to be brave. He wrote about difficult days without pretending everything was okay.

Reading his posts made me think about something I had never really considered before. How does a person keep their dignity after losing so much? I still don't know the answer. But I felt like he was showing me one possible answer through the way he lived and wrote. About a month and a half ago I wrote him a small gift. Not advice.

Not encouragement. Just a poem that looked a little like song lyrics. I wanted to leave something at his doorstep, even if it was small and probably not very useful.

Since then spring has become summer. Now he is preparing to leave the hospital. Not because everything is better. Not because life suddenly became easy. But because he has to. He will have to learn how to live with a body that no longer works the way it once did. He may have to learn how to let strangers help him with things most of us never even think about. I wish there was something meaningful I could do. But there really isn't.

So I did the only thing I know how to do.

I wrote. I started writing a small fairy tale inspired by him.

It's about a sparrow who keeps insisting that a wounded man is actually a prince. And tonight I thought I would share the poem here too.

Not Every Winter Belongs to Winter Alone

Winter can numb the tips of your feet

Leave your skin aching, cracked by the cold

And hand you nights

that simply feel too long

But not every winter

wears the very same face

Some days

a pale sunlight finds your frozen hands

Some days

snowflakes fall so beautifully

they almost look like grace

And just as winter

does not belong to winter alone

Even if today

is not the day you smile again

Your spring

will slowly find its way back home

Slowly

…it returns

Winter can settle deep inside your chest

And the bitter wind between your collar

May shake your weary days apart

Yet someday

a quiet beam of light beside the window

may gather

the scattered pieces of your heart

And just as winter

does not belong to winter alone

Today’s sorrow

is not all that you are

A single gentle word you gave

might become

someone’s reason

to wait for tomorrow’s spring

And your spring too

will slowly return

Just as winter

does not belong to winter alone

Your spring

will slowly return

I hope I see another post from him someday. But if I don't, I think that's okay too. He doesn't owe anyone more writing. He doesn't owe anyone a happy ending.

The truth is, he has already done something important.

He changed the way one person sees people.

Before reading his blog, I think I noticed what most people notice first. What someone looks like. What makes them different. What stands out.

People saw his scars. I saw his writing.

People saw how different his life had become.

I saw the person inside it. Because of him, I think I will spend the rest of my life trying a little harder to see people that way. Not just him. Everyone. The next stranger I meet.

The next patient who walks into my pharmacy.

The next person whose story I don't know yet.

I have never met him. But somehow he taught me to look past the obvious things. And for that, I'm grateful.

Last Friday, I was heading home to Kollam from Ernakulam after work.

I was supposed to catch the 6:15 PM Ernakulam–Kollam MEMU from Ernakulam South station. I reached the station earlier than usual and saw a MEMU already waiting on Platform 6. Without checking properly, I assumed it was my train, found a seat, and promptly fell asleep.

After the train had already left and stopped at the next station, I woke up and realized something was very wrong. It wasn't the Kollam MEMU at all—it was the Shoranur MEMU.

Feeling like an absolute idiot, I got off at Edappally station and tried to figure out how to get back. I learned that the nearest metro station was about 2 km away. There were no autos around, and I was standing there wondering what to do next.

That's when I noticed a woman on a scooter outside the station. I asked her for directions to the metro. Instead of just pointing me in the right direction, she immediately offered to drop me there since she was heading that way.

She didn't know me. I was just a random stranger who had boarded the wrong train and ended up lost. Yet she was kind enough to help without hesitation.

During the ride, she mentioned that she worked in Kakkanad. Because of the rush and the confusion of the situation, I don't think I properly thanked her before she dropped me off and continued on her way.

So on the very small chance that you're reading this:

Thank you.

What was a frustrating and embarrassing evening became a reminder that there are genuinely kind people out there who are willing to help someone they've never met.

I made it home safely, and your kindness stayed with me long after the ride ended.

Thank you for your kind heart. I hope life returns that kindness to you many times over.

This post was translated into English using AI because English is not my native language. I apologize for any inaccuracies or awkward phrasing.

The Kindest Doctor in the Wasteland ❤️

In 2018, one Fallout 76 player decided he wanted to become the perfect NPC. He built his own clinic in the game, started treating other players completely for free, and gave them medicine, stimpaks, and food.

Over time, this kind doctor healed almost 50,000 players. He became a real legend on the American servers — meeting him was considered a good omen.

But in 2020, tragedy struck. A massive fire broke out in the guy’s real-life house. He managed to save his wife and son, but suffered severe burns himself. The treatment was extremely expensive.

When the Fallout 76 community found out, they didn’t hesitate. Players quickly organized a fundraiser and raised the needed money in just one week — not only for his medical bills, but also to restore his house.

After recovering, he bought a new PC and returned to the game. To this day, he continues to help players for free.

This story is pure proof of how amazing gaming communities can be.

No matter what game you play or what’s happening in the world — the community of true gamers knows no borders or nationalities.

Wishing everyone kindness and to always stay real gamers! ✨

I'm in the middle of moving my work office and also rearranging my entire house. It's just me and my 15 year old son, who's not particularly strong. I am, but I have a bad back and knees.

Since we're merging with another office in our company there are a lot of things being discarded as we packed up, and that allowed me to bring home a couch that's being in our waiting room. I had help getting it home and up the 6 steps to my front porch, but I needed to move some things in my living room before I could fit it in the room.

I've been lifting and carrying things for the past three days, so my whole body aches, and also managed to fall earlier today and bruise my whole left side, so when I say I was struggling with trying to get the couch through the front door by myself, I was STRUGGLING. My Doordash came as I was doing this, and the driver offered his help getting it into the house, respectful the whole time of coming into my space. I'm not sure how I would have done it without his help. I doubled his already generous tip as soon as he left.

They looked genuinely stressed, completely lost. Helped them figure out the directions, they left. Ten minutes later they came back specifically to find me and say thank you again properly. Did not have to do that at all, I was already gone from their day. The fact that they made the effort to come back for something so small genuinely stayed with me all week.
has something with such kindness happened to someone else also?

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Just wanted to share a wholesome coworker story from open waters.

I’m a marine engineer, and today our team finished a brutal, sweaty 14-hour shift fixing a stubborn fuel purifier. We were exhausted, covered in grease, and ready to just crash.

​We walked into the mess room expecting standard, boring leftovers. Instead, our ship's cook surprised us with a massive, fresh pizza party and ice cream out of nowhere. He looked at our oily faces and said: "You guys keep the lights on, I keep you fed.

​We almost cried into our pepperoni.

Shoutout to the coworkers who notice when you're exhausted and go out of their way to lift your spirits!

Did not want anything, did not stay long, just handed over a bag of mangoes from the tree in his garden and said he always has more than his family can eat. Happens every year but somehow it still feels like the nicest thing every time. There is something about someone giving you something from something they grew themselves with a pure heart that feels completely different from anything else. has something with such kindness happened to someone else also?

Brazilian American I like to find small/ new bands and post comments like First fan to say COME TO BRAZIL.

I actually enjoy these bands btw.

We were both waiting in line at a store when I suddenly remember I left my bike on the bus, I hurry out and try to catch up to the bus. Too late. I’m waiting for the next bus going the same direction, when she pulls up to the bus stop I’m waiting at and offers to drive me to track down the bus. Forever grateful.

I was at a CVS store in the pouring rain in Texas. An elderly woman was outside with a basket w/ wheels full of things, just standing there. I asked her if she needed help. She told me she was waiting for the rain to stop. I was in a small car, no room to put in the basket and her, so I asked her how far she was going. Her apartment was right behind the CVS. I asked her if she wanted me to walk her home. I pulled out my big umbrella from the back of the car, walked her and her groceries home, it was less than a 5-minute walk. She told me that it was the kindest thing anyone had ever done for her, and she was so grateful. It was a simple thing to do, took less than 10 minutes, but I changed her day, and gave her something that every human should do for another - help them out. One kind act per day, my mom always told me. And I was so glad I noticed her, and said something.

I wanted to post this as it was exactly 60 years ago. I was 12, my sister was 6. My dad was in Vietnam with the Air Force. We were driving back to SC from VA, early in the morning. Halfway there, at 6 in the morning, I was asleep in the back seat and my mom blacked out (we think). It was a horrible accident, it was pretty clear I was going to be the only survivor. No family within 150 miles. I’m in a hospital bed, just too stunned to function. A lady comes in, introduces herself as my mom’s doctor’s wife, and says, My son thought you should have these. 6 comic books. I mean, I’m still amazed.

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