(I am attending an 18+ concert at an RSL. The concert starts at 8pm and I have arrived 10 minutes early, only to find I have accidentally left my ID in my hotel room which is 40 minutes away. I call a popular car transport company and am picked up fairly quickly. I am panicking slightly at this stage.)

Driver: “Been to an event tonight?”

Me: “Actually, I was going to [Concert] but I forgot my ID. I’m heading back to get it.”

Driver: “Really? But you’ll miss some of it?”

Me: “Yeah.”

Driver: “Tell you what; I’ll take you to get your ID and waive the fee for the return trip.”

Me: “Are you sure?”

Driver: “Yes.”

Me: “Thank you so much!”

(In the end, we’d only been driving for a few minutes when I got a call from a friend saying they could get me in. But I’ll never forget that driver’s generosity, regardless.)

(I am leaving the mall where I work when I notice a young woman pushing an older lady that appears to be her mother in a wheelchair. They are still a long way off, but I don’t see anyone else nearby and I know the door will be a struggle for the daughter while pushing the wheelchair, so I wait and hold it for them.)

Daughter: *still a long way off* “Oh, that’s so sweet. Thank you!”

Me: *smiling* “No problem!”

(They finally get up to the door, and as they’re passing me to go inside, the mother grabs my hand.)

Mother: *very seriously* “I am going to tell Santa that you were a VERY good girl this year!”

(It was all I could do not to burst out laughing. I am 27 years old. Telling my boyfriend would be a lot more helpful!)

(I work as the front desk attendant at a hotel. I work the evening shift, and have forgotten to pack my dinner. As I’m checking in a middle-aged woman, my stomach practically roars in hunger. Embarrassed, I apologize to the lady. She only smiles and I continue checking her in.)

Me: “All right! You’re all set! Is there anything else I can help you with this evening?”

Woman: “Actually, hun, you did remind me that I’m fairly hungry myself. Do any Chinese restaurants deliver here?”

Me: “We have one, here.”

Woman: *takes the menu and gives it a brief glance* “Anything you can recommend?”

Me: “Most of the food is pretty good, but I really like the lemon chicken.

(She thanks me and goes up to her room. An hour later I see the delivery man pass through the lobby, and the smell set my stomach off again. Five minutes later the woman is back at my desk asking for a plate. After receiving one, she proceeds to place her take-out bag on the counter and open a huge assortment of boxes.)

Woman: “The restaurant had a minimum order price, and I was really craving Chinese. I can’t possibly eat all of this before my flight tomorrow, so I thought I would share.”

(She then proceeded to divvy up half of every dish, including the lemon chicken! It was so much food I ended up being able save half of what she gave me for my next shift. She couldn’t have known how those free meals made my day, and even my week!)

(I have had a sudden allergic reaction, but since my partner is at work and we only have one car, I have to take the train to go to my regular doctor. I look like I’ve been stung or punched, I feel feverish, and I can’t stop itching. I start to cry slightly out of frustration and pain. A clearly homeless man gets on.)

Man: “Miss? Miss? Are you all right?”

(I shake my head, still crying. The man pulls out a bag of stuff that shelters commonly give out, including tissues and wipes.)

Man: “Are you sick, miss? Do you need a tissue? Don’t cry!”

Me: *sniffling* “Thanks… I’m on my way to the doctor’s, actually. I’m having an allergic reaction plus a bad fever.” *the man hands me a small pack of tissues*

Man: “Do you know how to get there? I could get off and help you.”

Me: “No, it’s okay. I know the way.”

Man: “Are you sure?”

(I thanked him and got off at the next stop. No one else even noticed me, but he had!)

(I’m about seven and have cracked my head open. I’m sitting in the reception office in the hotel, covered in blood, with my mother on the verge of a breakdown because I just won’t stop screaming. Suddenly, a man knocks on the door.)

Man: “Hi, sorry to bother you. It’s just I saw you coming in with all that blood… I’ve got two kids of my own, you see, and I know how they would be acting if it was them, so I got this for you to cheer you up.”

(From behind his back he pulls out a bar of chocolate for me, and I immediately calm down.)

Man: “Now, you be brave, all right?” *to my mum* “And let me know if you need anything else.”

(That man waited outside until my dad and brother arrived and he was certain I was going to be okay, then vanished without a trace. Whoever you are, thank you for being there!)