Something In The Water

, | Castaic, CA, USA | Hopeless | May 10, 2016

(We are at our last swim meet of the season against one of the best teams in our league. Suddenly, a team captain from the other team walks up with an ice chest.)

Their Captain: “Here, we got you guys some Gatorades and water for the meet.”

Our Captain: “Wow, thanks! That’s so nice!”

Their Captain: “Of course! And good luck; you’re gonna do great!”

Off-The-Clock Guidance

, , | NJ, USA | Hopeless | May 9, 2016

(When I am 12 years old, my family moves to a different city. It isn’t far from our old one, but I am still unhappy about moving and I’m not adjusting well. This happens when my mom takes me to register for middle school. I start wandering and find my way out to the bleachers behind the school. I’m completely alone.)

Man: “Excuse me? Miss?”

Me: *surprised, but still upset* “What? Who are you?”

Man: “My name’s Mr. [Name]. Do you need help?”

Me: “No! Leave me alone.”

(Instead, he joins me on the bleachers, but sits a few inches away.)

Man: “I’m sorry, but students aren’t allowed here right now. Where are your parents?”

Me: “My mom’s in the office. I don’t want to go to school here, but I have to.”

Man: “A lot of students have trouble adjusting to middle school. That’s normal.”

Me: “No, it’s because we had to move. I don’t want to be here.”

Man: “What’s the matter?”

(Long story short, I don’t know why, but I ended up telling him how I missed my friends, my old town and home, and was upset because no one seemed to care that I was upset, and he sat there and listened until my mom eventually found me. I did go home feeling better. When I went to school on the first day, I found out he was my guidance counselor, but he didn’t know me when he spoke to me, either. He was just concerned about seeing a young student by themselves. It’s been 10 years and I still feel grateful for what he did and sorry I was so rude to him!)

Deciding To Take The Floor

, , | England, UK | Hopeless | May 9, 2016

(I’m around six in this story and shopping with my mom, and getting distracted easily. The mall is packed and I quickly end up losing sight of my mom in the crowds. I get upset and start crying and since my mom always told me to stay where I am if I get lost, I decide to sit down in the middle of the mall floor.)

Me: *crying*

Woman: *nearly tripping over me* “Woah! Hey, little girl are you all right?”

Me: “No.” *cries harder*

Woman: “Hold on! Where’s your mom?”

Me: *still crying* “I lost her!”

Woman: “Okay, why don’t you come with me and we’ll see if we can find her?”

Me: “Mommy told me not to move and not to go with strangers!” *crying harder*

Woman: “Okay. We’ll stay here, then, until she comes back!” *sits down, with all her bags, beside me on the ground*

(The woman was probably only in her early twenties, but stayed sitting with me and telling me stories to calm me down until my mother found me. She protected me from being tripped over and possibly injured. When my mom came back she declined the money my mom offered as thanks, instead choosing to hug me before saying goodbye. It was incredibly kind and my mom and I still talk about the story to this day!)

Lost And Found You

, | Austin, TX, USA | Hopeless | May 9, 2016

(I’m at the park with my toddler, chasing him between the play-scapes, when a boy about eight years old does a double-take and runs over to me.)

Boy: “Hey, lady! Did you lose your wallet?”

(I reach in my pocket & realize my wallet had fallen out; I look up slightly panicked.)

Me: “Yeah, I guess I did.”

(He begins shouting at another boy.)

Boy: “I found her! I found her!”

(The other boy runs over as he explains that they’d found my wallet, looked inside at the license and were looking out for someone who matched the picture. I hadn’t even realized I’d lost my wallet. We walk over to the concession stand where they turned it in and point me out to the cashier.)

Boy: “Here’s the lady who lost her wallet!”

(She grudgingly compares the picture before handing it over. When I look inside, everything, including cash and credit cards, is there.)

Me: “Okay, guys, pick out something. Anything – it’s on me!”

Boys: *excited* “Wow! Really?”

Me: “You saved me from having to replace a license and cancel all my credit cards. It’s the least I can do.”

(In the end, they settled for a couple of snow cones. Thanks, guys. Not only did you find my wallet but devised a clever way to find ME!)

Power Of The Pink Dollar

, , | MN, USA | Hopeless | May 8, 2016

(I work at a renaissance festival in a shop that mainly sells crowns and tiaras. Although we have a few items that are classified as unisex, the bulk of our customer base is female. It’s not uncommon for a family with a little boy to come into the shop and leave soon after telling their child that it’s a shop for girls only. I often will tell these people where the unisex crowns are, as they’re towards the back of the tiny shop and not always visible when you first walk in. A young couple walk in with a small boy, looking to be about five or so. They start to look around but generally seem uninterested in anything.)

Me: “Just to let you know, there are also some unisex crowns back here if the young lord would be interested.”

Mother: “Nah, I think he likes these ones with the ribbons.”

(The child grabs a tiara with ribbons and gems, the same that I actually happen to be wearing. Our displays are sorted by color and pink happens to be the bottom color as is the one he grabs.)

Me: *to the boy* “Those come in an assortment of colors, too, if you want.”

(He seems shy and just turns away from me and hands the tiara to his mother.)

Mother: “That’s okay, his favorite color is pink anyway. I guess we’ll get this one.”

(They pay and leave. It seems so silly, but having seen so many people practically drag their sons out of the shop because ‘crowns are for girls,’ it made me incredibly happy to see them respect their child’s likes.)

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