It was a gloomy day, and I’ve already forgotten the reason why, but I went to a local restaurant and bought some dumplings and sat by the window staring at the rain like some dramatic middle schooler. The owner of the store comes by and offers me some more free dumplings, and brings me a drink. It seems like a small thing, but it made my day. I thanked him of course, but he was like “Naw, naw, my job.” © Unknown author / Reddit
Story 4
Story 5
A man in a full business suit with a briefcase handed me an umbrella during a torrential rainstorm and wouldn’t take no for an answer. I still had to walk through Times Square to get to the train, and I’m sure he got soaked going wherever he was headed.
A couple of weeks later, I gave the umbrella to a lost girl in my neighborhood when it started to rain, and she didn’t have one. It felt like the universe wanted it to happen. I’ll never forget that man, though. © im_not_bovvered / Reddit
Story 6
After my dad passed away, my depression kicked into overdrive. I went to the doctor and got a prescription for antidepressants. While I was picking up my prescription, I started crying.
When I apologized to the pharmacist for “crying like a child,” the pharmacist gently said, “You don’t have to apologize. You recognize you have a problem, and you’re trying to fix it. That is a brave thing.”
That moment changed my perspective on treating my mental illness. © cranberryboggle / Reddit
Story 7
In 2008, I was in college and figuring out what to do for the next two or three days, until I was next paid, for food with approximately $6 in my bank account. Walking home from an evening class, I found $20 on the sidewalk. I couldn’t believe my luck. I could get ground beef, eggs, milk, whatever — I knew I’d be set for two days.
Well, not a week later, I lost my cellphone and was in a panic. I needed it and couldn’t afford to replace it anytime soon. Later that day, my mom, who lived four hours away, called my brother’s cellphone and told him that someone had called her saying they had found my cellphone and would like to return it.
I met this homeless man who said he had found my cellphone in some grass. He had opened it and called “Mom” and spoke to my mom about returning it. I thanked him and gave him $20 for his help — it wasn’t my $20 to begin with, anyway. © giugno / Reddit
For illustrative purpose only
Story 8
