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--posted by DoNothing, on Feb 16, 2010
I'm sort of new to this small acts of kindness game, so I'm not sure how people feel about picking up hitchhikers. I've always felt that as long as you don't put your self in a completely unsafe position, it is an OK thing to do. But I'd never done it before until this week.
It was about 9pm and I was walking in my school's campus from my office to my car. On the way, I ran into an fellow who was obviously lost. He asked me for directions, saying he needed to get to East Palo Alto. But the ... read full story >>
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--posted by timcollardey, on Mar 28, 2010
Yesterday was the Mother of All Bad Days for me, but I was rescued by a cluster of unrelated kind people/angels. My head's still spinning from the experience.
Our house is up for sale and my wife and I agreed to have an open house yesterday. Before it was to start, I had to take our dog, who's been suffering from some unknown liver problem for over two months, to the vet. The appointment was timed just right to get back home and help host the open house. That plan soured in a heartbeat!
Our dog had been making some progress with ... read full story >>
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--posted by monkeyinpajamas, on Apr 9, 2010
It was a hot weekday afternoon and I was on my way to volunteer at a reading session with visually impaired girls.
I got in to a rickshaw and immediately struck up a conversation with the rickshaw driver. The rickshaw driver started telling me the story of his life. He related that he had grown up very poor and he and his siblings didn’t have much. He said he worked very hard so that he could make sure that his children had the opportunity to attend a decent school. He said that there were many nights when he would skip dinner ... read full story >>
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--posted by Blessed66, on Apr 30, 2010
This is a story that happened 15 years ago but it has always stayed with me since then.
On the way back from work every evening, more often than not there would be a homeless man standing at the exit of the freeway. He looked to be in his late 40's but was probably a lot younger. He had shoulder length straight black hair a short beard, and he was of average stature.
His eyes were what struck me the most about him, they were brown and they had a sparkle. Like an inside light that was beaming out of his eyes. ... read full story >>
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--posted by AnuJain, on May 6, 2010
My attention was divided between the book in my lap and the people passing by when I saw her walking slowly towards my parked car. She had a bright blue saree, a large nose pin, orange marigolds in snow-white hair, a large shoulder bag and a face that showed every wrinkle of her 70 or so years of age.
She stopped and put a hand out to rest against the car’s hood, gently closed her eyes, took a deep breath and wiped the sweat off her forehead. The sweltring day was taking its toll on her slight frame, and the large bag ... read full story >>
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--posted by richard1, on May 13, 2010
I was on my way to the post office. I hadn’t found a parking place on my first pass up the street and was now making a left turn into a small parking lot in order to loop back towards the post office, in effect accomplishing a U-turn legally. It’s a tight space and there’s a mail box set up right inside the lot so people can pull in, roll down their window and reach out to stick a letter into the box without getting out of their cars.
As I completed my turn into the lot, I saw a four-door ... read full story >>
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--posted by Blissinme, on Jun 12, 2010
I was traveling in China a couple of years ago. We were touring some very rural areas - the particular location was the Ancient City about 40 miles outside of Wenzhou. I was the only brown skinned person in sight. People where quite fascinated with me, and would stare, and sometimes photograph me. I was getting a little annoyed, but I thought why not send my fellow travellers love in my thoughts. As we walked through this village we came upon a family making rice wine. They appeared to have very little but had such radiant smiles.
As we got closer, I saw a ... read full story >>
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--posted by MissDre, on Jun 22, 2010
This was written by a Metro Denver Hospice Physician:
I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and splutter and die - I barely managed to coast into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck. It wouldn't even turn over. Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the "quickie mart" building, and it looked like she slipped on some ice and fell ... read full story >>
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--posted by Bosslady31, on Jul 1, 2010
This is my first time posting a story on helpothers because I have not had the opportunity to use my smile cards yet, but yesterday on Thanksgiving, I had the opportunity to use them twice :)
Yesterday morning was thanksgiving and my husband and I were getting ready to head to Atlanta to spend the holidays with family. I was outside packing the car when I noticed a car sitting at the corner of the lane with the flashers on. There was a line of cars behind honking and getting very aggravated but the man at the wheel was just sat there. I called out to my husband and ... read full story >>
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--posted by twocents, on Jul 29, 2010
It was May in Bangkok, and even though I had arrived from India after 6 months of volunteer work, the heat and humidity was exhausting. After a long day of temple visiting, I fell asleep on the sky train for about 5 minutes, only to wake up seconds before the door was about to slam shut at my stop. As I rush out onto the platform, I realize that my wallet is gone!
First thought: I'd been pickpocketed while I slept on the train.
Second thought: Bravo to the pickpocket!
My wallet had been in my front pocket and I was sitting down ... read full story >>
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--posted by twocents, on Aug 3, 2010
I was riding my bike around lunch time today and passed a man sitting just off the sidewalk with his face in his hands.
My first thought was: "Stop! See if he needs help."
But I was riding fast. I slowed down and looked back. It looked as though he was either praying or crying, maybe both. I decided that meant that I had to turn around. I rode up and asked if he was ok. No response. For a second, I thought he might be a drunk or a bum. But I asked again.
He looked up with clear eyes and bright ... read full story >>
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--posted by bluebuddha, on Aug 24, 2010
It was a busy and stressful day at work. I decided that I had done what I could do and it was time to face the hour-long commute to the East Bay. It was stop-and-go as usual when I finally braved through the Bay Bridge traffic and reached the Powell Street exit ten minutes from my home in Berkeley.
About to exit the freeway, I noticed a large black pick-up truck parked a bit abruptly to the right shoulder. A small Hispanic woman got out of the driver seat and opened the back door. I could barely see her through the ... read full story >>
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--posted by nicrobalex, on Oct 14, 2010
I came across HelpOthers one afternoon at work and I left my office that day filled with inspiration, wondering how I could make a difference in someone's life, even if only for a moment. I'm in a period of transition moving to a new home as a single parent with three children, finances are tight, my mom is fighting ovarian cancer, my sister has been laid off, my ex-husband is out of work. Life is less than rosy for me right now and I was eager for an opportunity, quite honestly just to feel better about life and make someone else feel ... read full story >>
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--posted by marisaosti, on Oct 16, 2010
As a substitute teacher, my daily routine invoves driving to a new school almost every day so I'm usually unable to anticipate the days events, good or bad!
On one particular day, I was teaching in a very difficult classroom. I was managing behaviour all morning and by lunch time, I knew I needed a coffee to even consider surviving the afternoon. So on my lunch break, I drove to a nearby plaza to get a coffee. Upon returning to the car I realized I had locked my keys and my phone inside! I had about 15 minutes to get back ... read full story >>
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--posted by PrincessAungie, on Dec 30, 2010
My husband, my four-month old daughter and I set out on a five day driving journey from California to Washington. We had to stop frequently because oure little one needed to stretch from the car seat.
One of our stops, once we crossed the Oregon border, was at a Black Bear Diner. Walking towards the front door we noticed a gentleman standing to one side. He was seriously dishelved, without shoes and wearing tattered clothing. We passed right by him and opened the restaurant door.
Then something told me to go back.
Holding my four-month old daughter I turned around and said to the gentleman, ... read full story >>
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--posted by momov3, on Jan 29, 2011
As I was leaving the grocery store yesterday, I noticed an old man hobbling along struggling with 2 sacks of food. It was bitterly cold (10 F). There isn't much near the store, so I guess he must have a fair walk ahead of him. I pulled up near him, rolled the car near him and put the window down to ask if he needed a ride. I think he was a bit skeptical since few people go out of their way to do these sorts of things, but he did accept.
After he got settled in the car, my husband and I introduced ... read full story >>
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--posted by churchofthePIF, on Feb 19, 2011
The shuttle bus service I take to the airport is famously bad at customer service, but they are the only option for lots of travelers.
I was sitting on the bus one day feeling disappointed by their shoddy service when a young soldier got on. He was in full uniform with his duffle bag across his shoulder and a ticket in his hand. But, guess what? The driver wouldn't accept his ticket!
Apparently it was "the wrong format." It was probably a military issue travel pass but because the driver didn't recognise it or it hadn't been made out properly he was ... read full story >>
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--posted by Sydney, on Mar 15, 2011
Instead of being a day I would like to forget as soon as possible, somehow, today became a day where I experienced the most incredible gesture of compassion that I’m pretty sure I’m going to want to remember for a long time...
I live in London and I was on my way to visit my cousins in Wales. I was driving on the motorway at around 70 mph when somehow (probably black ice on the road), I lost control of my car. I was involved in a scary collision with a delivery lorry and then a smaller car. The smaller car had a family ... read full story >>
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--posted by Jimpa, on Apr 1, 2011
The car went through the stop sign and into the intersection. With no where to go or time to get there, my taxi hit the car dead on. For the next three months I was out of work. I had no savings to speak of. No family to help me. I was in dire straights to be sure. The lady who ran the stop sign had little insurance, barely enough to cover the medical expenses with little left over to pay my living expenses.
Just after the accident Justin came to see me in the hospital. We had been co-drivers with ... read full story >>
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--posted by dragonmyst77, on Apr 23, 2011
When I was 23 years old I was in a dangerous relationship with the man who was my financee at the time. I was being physically and verbally abused on a daily basis. I was financially tied to him (after he spent all my savings to pay his debts) but I wanted to be free!
For the longest time I was too embarrassed to tell my mother about the situation. She had warned me about him. But, eventually, I worked up the courage to tell her and she sent me the money I needed to leave.
Before the money arrived he found out what I ... read full story >>
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--posted by sheiladbauman, on May 17, 2011
My husband stayed home with my daughter, and I took my son in to the ER after a fall off the slide, where he landed on his head.
We were in the ER for observation for a couple of hours and when it was time to leave I realized I had no money with me to pay the toll to leave the emergency parking lot. It was late enough (10 p.m.) that the cafeteria wasn't open, and my credit card wasn't working in the ATM machine. The hospital volunteer told me to find a security guard who might help me with ... read full story >>
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--posted by wooka85257, on May 21, 2011
When I lived in Portland, I lived pretty much hand to mouth. I had injured my knee and couldn't work and my tiny early retirement check paid rent only. I was on food stamps so I could eat, and getting around on crutches made bus travel challenging. But it was my only recourse as my car had so many repairs needed, I couldn't afford to have it fixed.
Curiously, I would find money all the time, so I started a FOUND MONEY jar. It was the biggest jar I could find (a Mason quart jar), because I was always finding coins ... read full story >>
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--posted by Smiley70, on Jun 9, 2011
I truly believe in the power of paying it forward and I have always gotten enjoyment and fulfilment from it.
Last year, I was waiting at the traffic lights on my way to work, when my car was rammed from behind. After pulling over, a flustered young man admitted his fault and proceed to apologise and explain why he had not been ‘in the moment’ whilst driving. He told me that he had just been evicted and that his insurance had just run out. I could feel his genuine stress, and as he gave me his details and promised to find a way ... read full story >>
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--posted by hasifa, on Jul 17, 2011
This morning, I remembered a childhood memory. It made realize that some of the acts of kindness that we might do spontaneously might never be forgotten by the recipients.
I was six years old and in foster care. My foster mother was not the kind of person I would have chosen to stay with. One morning she sent me to the store for a sack of flour. On the walk back home I was doing what any six year old would have been doing -- playing. Because of that I dropped the sack of flour and it burst open spilling the ... read full story >>
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--posted by Sydney, on Aug 6, 2011
When I was about 6 years old I lived in Kenya. There was a lot of poverty and there were always street children on the roads asking for money. There was such a big divide between those children and me and I grew up very aware of being so fortunate.
We had a wonderful and very kind driver, John, who had been working with my family for decades. He used to take us to and from school. One day we had to take a detour on the way to school and whilst we were stopped in traffic a young street child, probably ... read full story >>
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--posted by donothing, on Aug 30, 2011
My brother and I were driving home together and became engrossed in a conversation. Because of this distraction my brother took a wrong turn.
Unfortunately, the wrong turn took us towards a bridge and we had no way to turn back. Grudgingly, my brother paid the bridge toll and drove on. He was clearly frustrated by the mistake and the needless waste of $4.
We eventually reached an exit slip-way and, as we took it, my brother noticed a beat-up black Mustang pulled over to the side or the road. A young guy was standing nearby trying to phone someone. I was ... read full story >>
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--posted by hrjamest, on Oct 20, 2011
I had just graduated college and couldnt find a job in Los Angeles. I ended up moving to Las Vegas but left my wife and two kids behind. I missed them all week, and I went home on most weekends to see them. Most of the time I rented a car because it was hard to get my beat up car over the pass to get to and from Vegas.
Well, one time I decided to save money, and I took my car. It made it to California, but Sunday on the way back to Vegas it conked out in the broiling ... read full story >>
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--posted by HelpOthers, on Jan 1, 2012
For the first time last year, we featured a top ten list of stories published by our members in 2010 and it was very well received, so we decided to do it again and compile this year's top ten kindness stories of 2011 to share the inspiration!
1. Today You, Tomorrow Me
During this past year I’ve had three instances of car trouble: a blowout on a freeway, a bunch of blown fuses and an out-of-gas situation. [...] Each time, when these things happened, I was disgusted with the way people didn’t bother to help. I was stuck on the side of ... read full story >>
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--posted by kcsmiles, on Mar 24, 2012
For the last two and a half years I have been giving out Smile Cards whenever I find an opportunity.
I am sad to admit that my family and I are homeless, we live in a trailer which we were so kindly given by a family member. During this period, I have given out over 200 Smile Cards. I have always tried to find something kind to do, even when my husband lost his job and we were fighting to get by.
I have started giving out coupons for free food, plus money for people to get at least one meal, on me. I always put my ... read full story >>
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--posted by whitby98, on Jun 21, 2012
I was on a long drive this past weekend and stopped for a rest break. I noticed a man in a wheelchair sitting by the stop sign. He was holding a sign that read, "trying to make it home for the holidays". I quickly dismissed it because I had no cash to give him. I watched as people drove by and either ignored him or stared at him like he was a curiosity of sorts. I felt really badly for him.
I started to drive away but turned around and asked him if he was hungry. For some reason, I seem to ... read full story >>
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