Karma Ensuring The Insuring

, , | CT, USA | Hopeless | June 27, 2016

(My father has just started disability and can no longer work, let alone as a plumber. Just for starters he’s on oxygen, has multiple broken vertebrae, and the drugs his doctor has put him on make it impossible for him to remain upright more than a few minutes at a time. One day, he receives a call.)

Caller: “Is this Mister [Father]?”

Father: “Yes.”

Caller: “You don’t know me, but you did some work for a Mrs. [Name] a few years back. You helped her, no questions asked, when no other plumber would since she couldn’t pay. And then when she was finally able to pay, you slashed her bill in half since she was having money troubles. She recommended you to all of her friends and all of them have nothing but the best to say about you.”

Father: “I’m glad they liked my service, but I’m sorry, I no longer work. I can recommend some guys to you, though.”

Caller: “Oh, I know you no longer work. You see, I’m an investigator for [Insurance Company]. I just thought you might want to know that they’ll be having an investigator shadow you next week. I thought you were a decent enough person that you deserved a heads-up.”

Father: “Well, that… that’s incredibly kind of you.”

Caller: “After what you did for my mother, it was the least I could do.”

Father: “Thank you so much.”

Caller: “You’re welcome. Oh. And by the way, have your wife take down all the pictures of you on your motorcycle from her social media. They’ll be looking at that, too.” *click*

Hail To The Bus Driver, Part 2

, , , | Red Deer, AB, Canada | Hopeless | June 24, 2016

(I take the bus from the north end of town to south to get to high school. I have one bus driver I get to know very well and he becomes sort of like a father figure to me. After I finish high school I don’t see him again… until the one night I go to our local Show and Shine car show. My mother and I are walking along and looking at the motorcycles when I stop and notice a familiar face; it is my bus driver! I walk over to say hi.)

Me: “Les! Hey… do you remember me?”

Bus Driver: “Remember you?! Of course I do, darling; how could I forget you? How’re you, sweetheart?”

(He gave me a hug and a huge smile and I can honestly say that I tried very hard not to cry. It’s hard to believe after all these years he remembered who I was. Made my week and I haven’t stopped smiling since.)

 

Made Your Day Magical

, , , | Gold Coast, QLD, Australia | Hopeless | June 23, 2016

(I am at a famous theme park in Australia, on holiday with my dad and stepmum. We split up shortly after arrival, and I make my way towards a Harry Potter shop. It’s small and rather full, but as a huge HP fan, I adore the decoration and end up staring at a replica of the Marauder’s Map, which is behind the glass case at the register. The attendant behind the counter eventually turns to me.)

Attendant: “Would you like to see it?”

Me: *still in fangirl awe mode* “Oh, could I?”

Attendant: *chuckling and removing it for me* “Of course!”

(I spend the next ten or so minutes pouring over the details of the map, and at this point the crowd dies down. We strike up conversation about the fandom and end up talking for a long time. Eventually, the daily parade comes by and the store empties. I stick around, help him straighten displays, and he takes me around the very small store to point out deco I had missed.)

Attendant: *leads me around* “We have the Nimbus 2000 model over there. We also have [Famous Giant Spider]’s children hanging from the ceiling. And oh, did you see we have bludger bats over here?” *he pauses and grins slyly at me* “Did you want to hold it?”

Me: “What? Are you serious? Could I really?!”

Attendant: *climbs up onto a ledge to take it down and passes it to me* “Of course! A few of do it every so often, anyway. It’s cool, huh?”

(I take time to look at it before giving it back to him. For the rest of the day I hang out at the shop in between lunch. I barely go on any rollercoasters or rides. At the end of the day, before I leave, he hands me a packet of stickers without charge.)

Attendant: “Here you go!”

(I was only 16 and at a very awkward stage of life, just coming out of suicidal thoughts, and this entire day helped so much. Till this day I regret not having taken my picture with the attendant or asking his name. I’m hoping to one day go back, although chances are he doesn’t work there any longer. Small things really do matter.)

They Deserve That Badge

, , , | VA, USA | Hopeless | June 21, 2016

(In college, I live in a second floor apartment. I take a bad step and crash to the ground. My roommate isn’t home and I’ve lost my keys so I sit on the steps waiting. Being poor and in college, I just ice the foot that night and hope for the best. The next day, though, it is pretty obvious I’ve broken a bone. We have no car and rely on the campus bus. The stop is only about 200 yards from our place so it isn’t too painful. We don’t know the Saturday bus driver, but ask him if he’ll stop in front of the campus infirmary as I’d seen the weekday driver do that often. The driver not only refuses, he goes a different route so we don’t even pass the infirmary. My roommate and I get off the bus at the library and I start to hobble across campus, stopping to cry frequently. We are about half-way when a cop stops and asks if we need help.)

Me: “I’m just trying to get to the campus medic’s office. I may have broken my foot.”

Cop: “No problem.”

(He gets out of the car and opens the door for my roommate and me, and drives us right to the front door of the infirmary.)

Cop: “Here’s my card. Call me when you’re through. I’d like to know the diagnosis.”

(After X-rays, it is determined that I have, indeed broken the outside bone of my foot so I get a cast and crutches.)

Me: “So, ready to walk?”

Roommate: “I’m calling that cop.”

Me: “Seriously? Why? He did us a huge favor. I don’t really think he wants to know. He was just being polite.”

Roommate: “I don’t care. I’m calling.”

(She calls him and he comes to pick us up! He drives us home and chit chats.)

Cop: “Do you have a prescription that needs to be filled?”

Me: “Well, yeah. But I don’t think I will. With the cast on, it doesn’t hurt that bad. Honestly, I just want to put my foot up and have a beer.”

Cop: “Do you have beer at home?”

Me: “Actually, no. I’ll have to make do with putting the foot up.”

Cop: “Right, then.”

(He stops at the convenience store on the corner from our neighborhood and asks if I want a soda. I decline.)

Cop: “Okay. Stay put, then. I’ll be right back. This place has the best donuts and I’m due for one.”

(I kid you not, he came back out with donuts and a six pack of beer! He drove us home, helped me up the stairs, got me situated on the sofa with a beer, and headed back out!)

Crediting Some Faith In Humanity

, , | MI, USA | Hopeless | June 13, 2016

(I go to get my car’s oil changed after putting it off for longer than I should have due to money issues. I only go today because I have a coupon for a better deal that I could afford. I’m checking my car in…)

Tech: “I’m sorry; our location isn’t accepting this coupon anymore. Neither is [Location 20 miles away].”

Me: “Oh…” *freaking out a little* “I’ve always used it here before.”

Tech: “We do have a $5 off coupon for a Works package. That’s the oil change, tire rotation, and check up. That comes to $39.95.”

Me: “Well, okay, I guess I have to. I’ll take that then.” *thinking to self that I can just make it if I don’t get groceries and don’t do anything else the next two weeks*

(I trudge to the waiting area and sit, mindlessly staring at the TV for a little over an hour, almost in tears at one point when I was thinking about my money situation.)

Tech: *walks in the room and calls my name* “If you’ll just step over to the checkout, we have your car ready for you. Oil’s changed and everything checks out fine.”

Me: “Thank you.” *thinking at least there wasn’t anything wrong I had to pay for*

Cashier: *typing my info into her computer* “Oh, it looks like you have a credit here for $50 on your account. Would you like to use that?”

Me: *wide-eyed and stammering* “Wha… what? Yes, I’d like to use that very much! Where did that come from?”

Cashier: *smiles* “It doesn’t show how you earned it. Well, you’re all set. Have a great day!”

(I wished her a great day too, still in shock. I have no idea where that $50 came from. There’s no reason it should have been there. Did someone in the waiting room see me looking sad and tell the cashier to give it to me? Did the tech know I was down about the money and put it there? I’ll never know. But I sure am grateful, however it got there.)

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