I win huge amounts of plush toys from crane games and donate them to local charities like free shops and toy drives. I’m talking large industrial trash bags full of them. I just like winning them and don’t need 20 octopuses. © cruznick06 / Reddit
Story 9
Riding to work one hot summer day in Prague on a tram with no AC—crowded, hot, and miserable. I was sweating rivers, but couldn’t even reach my handkerchief because the car was so packed.
I was just standing there, feeling miserable, when an older woman smiled at me and handed me a napkin from her purse. I thanked her profusely. © FingerprintFile513 / Reddit
Story 10
When I was 15 or 16, my parents dropped me off at the mall to meet up with my girlfriend. We had a small argument, and she dumped me on the spot, literally running into the arms of some guy she knew—right in front of me.
I was emotionally wrecked and called my parents no less than 30 times, but I got no answer. I was about to start walking the 8 miles back home when a kid in the grade above me came up and asked what was wrong. He drove me home and made me feel like my life wasn’t over. Thank you, Brian. © clappedhams / Reddit
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Story 11
My card was declined while buying lunch on my break at the grocery store where I was working. The customer behind me handed the cashier $20 and insisted I keep the change (my lunch was around $5).
I was 18, living on my own in a new city after leaving home, and just generally having a hard time. This was 10 years ago, and I still tear up thinking about it. She had no idea how much I needed that random act of kindness that day. © Coffeeandbunnies / Reddit
Story 12
I was around 19 years old, in my first year of community college. My dad had lost his job, and my mom was supporting our entire family. We had been struggling for a while. I remember being in my night class one day, starving. I figured there’d be no dinner, so I told myself I’d go straight to bed when I got home and not think about being hungry.
When I got home after class, there was a giant box of Costco pizza on the kitchen counter. Apparently, one of our neighbors had bought it for us because my dad had fixed part of her fence a few months back. I think it stuck with me because:
A. I was so hungry, and
B. The chances of her bringing food that night, of all nights, felt insane to me.
It might sound stupid, but I’ll never forget it.
