- I was 19. Got stranded after a party — no phone, no cash, just a dead car and zero sense of direction. A middle-aged woman picking up her drunk daughter offered me a ride.
“You look like someone’s son,” she said.
I gave her my address. She drove 25 minutes out of her way. At the end, she handed me a sandwich wrapped in foil. “Take this. You looked hungry. And tell your mom you got home safe.”
I cried in my hallway.
- I lost my sight for a few weeks after an eye infection. Had to wear these big blackout glasses. I tripped outside a store, dropped my cane, panicked. A girl touched my arm gently, helped me up, and said, “Hold on.”
She started narrating everything:
“To your right is a grumpy-looking Pomeranian. Straight ahead is a sale sign with way too much glitter.”
We walked 3 blocks like that.
She never told me her name. Just said, “Hope you see the glitter soon.”
- My little brother (9 at the time) used to bring a chunk of watermelon to school every day. One day he gave it to a kid who didn’t have lunch. He started doing it daily — even cutting it into shapes with cookie cutters. Eventually, other kids started bringing extras too.
A month later, the principal made a surprise announcement: they were launching a school-wide “Snack Share” program.
Guess who inspired it? Watermelon Boy. He was 9. He just wanted to be nice.
- I was leaving work late. Dark parking garage. I dropped my keys and couldn’t find them. A huge guy in a hoodie came out of nowhere. I panicked and ran.
When I got to the security office, guess who was already there? The guy. Holding my keys.
“I tried to call after you, but you were fast,” he laughed.
Then he pulled out a mini flashlight and said, “Next time, bring one of these. They’re like $2.”I keep that flashlight on my keychain to this day.
Despite all the hardships and tensions that we might face in the world, there is luckily also a lot of positivity and generosity.
