An Angel With A Sense Of Humor

, , , | OK, USA | Hopeless | June 10, 2016

(I’m cashiering on a slow night when an elderly couple come through my line.)

Old Lady: *reads my name tag* “Oh! Your name is Angel! How pretty!”

Me: “Yeah, my mom was being optimistic!”

Dreams Really Do Come True

, , | Orlando, FL, USA | Hopeless | June 10, 2016

(After several months of planning and saving, my husband, myself, and two of our best friends have arrived at the Walt Disney World resort. It’s their first times there, and my first time returning in ten years, due to my father developing cancer, and eventually passing away from it. I’ve made custom t-shirts for myself and my hubby, with our personal characters hand-painted on the front. As we’re heading to the register to buy our picture for Splash Mountain, we are complimented on our shirts by the older Cast Member running it. Upon explaining why I made them, as celebration for finally getting to come back again, she smiles.)

Cast Member: “Today, I’m going to do a little something that we call ‘Disney Magic.’ Your picture print is on the house, and I’ll also throw in the digital high quality, too.”

Me: *in tears* “Are you serious?!”

Cast Member: “Yes. Since it’s your first time back in ten years, today should be EXTRA special for you!”

(The cost of what she gave us was over $20. We left Splash Mountain with me crying from happiness. Throughout the day, Cast Members from every area we went to gushed over and complimented our shirts, one giving us customized pins to wear, and another giving us a free cinnamon roll from Gaston’s Tavern. All in all, those wonderful people made a very special day even more amazing, and I will never forget it. I tear up every time I remember their kindness, and how happy they were to go above and beyond expectations.)

The Oregon Trail Isn’t What It Used To Be

, , | Springfield, OR, USA | Hopeless | June 9, 2016

(My husband, young daughter, and I have just moved to Oregon. We are expecting our next baby in a few months. Due to the economy, my husband is having a hard time finding a job and we are selling anything we can spare to make rent. One night, a car pulls into our rural driveway and a guy gets out with a huge basket of things.)

Man: “Hi, I’m from the church down the road and we decided we just wanted to bless your family. This is for you.” *hands my husband basket overflowing with things*

Husband: *shocked* “Thanks?”

Man: “We have different small groups that like to do things for people and we decided we wanted to do something for you. We heard you guys are having a new baby.”

Husband: “Yes, next month.”

Man: “Well I hope this stuff helps a little. Have a great day.”

Husband: *still shocked* “Thanks… goodbye.”

(The basket had so many things in it! New toys and coloring books for my daughter, a gift card to a local grocery store, a good sized check for the utility company, a gift certificate for my favorite candy store, skin care products for me, diapers, wipes, and a few more baby items, and a beautiful handmade quilt that matched the colors and animals I’d started to decorate the baby’s room with. And all this from complete strangers! Thank you, kind strangers. You gave me hope in a very hard time and encouraged me to help people, too.)

Mother’s Day Is Fried

, , | Baraboo, WI, USA | Hopeless | June 9, 2016

(It’s Mother’s Day, and I’m having a tough one. My husband is in the Army National Guard and has drills that weekend, coming home at six pm. We decide that we’re going to go out to eat so I don’t have to cook or clean up afterwards for our family of six. We end up driving about 45 minutes to a buffet style restaurant, but our eight-year-old son has a panic attack and is so upset that he starts to vomit. We leave and end up getting fast food for the kids with a plan to eat after the kids are in bed. It’s now 11 pm.)

Me: “I don’t know what I want to eat anymore… I was really looking forward to the buffet!”

Husband: “Well, do you want [Local Bar] food?”

Me: “No… Actually, I think I want [Chain Sit-down Restaurant]. They close soon, but they also have an app, so I’ll have the food ready and paid for when you get there!”

(My husband leaves and I place the order. I find a coupon code, but it gives me trouble, so my husband is nearly there when I finish placing the order. My husband calls me a few minutes later.)

Husband: “Hey, did you send the order?”

Me: “Yeah, it should be there now!”

Husband: “Huh. It’s not showing…” *pause* “Oh! It’s in now! Okay, I’ll be home soon.”

Me: “Okay, dear. I love you. Bye!”

(About 20 minutes pass, putting it close to midnight, when the restaurant closes. My husband calls again.)

Husband: “Babe, there’s a problem. The girl just came up to me and said the fryer exploded.”

Me: “So was anything of ours cooked? You got a burger, but literally everything else we got was fried!”

Husband: “Hold on.”

(I hear him ask if anything was fried before the fryer broke and the other person says no.)

Husband: “No, I’m so sorry. Nothing but my burger is cooked.”

Me: “Great. Now it’s officially not Mother’s Day anymore and I don’t even get to have a nice meal! The kids were little butts all day long because they missed you, you were released late, [Son] had an anxiety attack which I know he didn’t want to but it still happened, and now there’s no food!”

(I start crying uncontrollably. I’m still on the phone, so my husband is trying to reassure me. I then hear him pause and talk to someone else.)

Husband: “Okay, so the first guy was mistaken. The only thing that wasn’t made was one of the appetizers.”

Me: *instantly cheering up* “Awesome! So can you have the online bill adjusted?”

Husband: “Not a problem! Oh… no, I can’t. The girl here says she canceled the whole thing because of the inconvenience. She could hear you crying through the phone and felt really badly.” *pauses* “She says she has some roses left. Do you want one?”

Me: “Yeah…”

Husband: “Okay, I’ll bring you home one. Oh, the food is ready, so I’ll be home soon!”

(It was a delicious meal, even if it was nearly one am when my husband returned. I dried my rose, so I still have it.)

No End Of Line For Consideration

, , | Perth, WA, Australia | Hopeless | June 9, 2016

(I’m on the bus on the way home from work early one evening, not feeling the best because of mild food poisoning. This ride takes almost one hour, A few minutes away from town I doze off. A while later I’m woken by a man gently shaking my shoulder.)

Me: *sleepily* “Um, hi, what’s going on?”

Man: “Oh, nothing to worry about, but we’re coming up to [Name] bus station and wanted to tell you in case you had to get off there.”

Me: “Oh, okay, I’m actually getting off at [end of the line] station. But thank you so much, mate.”

Man: “No worries, love.”

(He and his friend got off at the station and waved at me as we pulled out. He didn’t have to wake me but it was very nice of him to do so.)

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