One Man’s Garbage Is Another Man’s Kindness

, , , , | Hopeless | June 13, 2016

(I am driving with my three kids, running errands on my rare day off. Suddenly, my four-year-old son starts vomiting all over the back seat (no previous signs of illness, no history of motion sickness). I pull over at the nearest gas station and start trying to clean up my son, the car, and the car seat with the only thing I have available, a pack of baby wipes.)

Me: *to my seven-year-old daughter* “Go into the gas station for some plastic bags. I’m hoping for one to use as a garbage bag and one for [Son] to hold in case he needs to be sick again.”

(My daughter comes back a few minutes later with an entire roll of garbage bags.)

Daughter: “The lady at the gas station just said I could have these.”

(I am able to cover the car seat and put the soiled clothes in another.)

Me: *to my seven-year-old daughter* “Here, return the remaining bags.”

(As I buckle my son back into his seat, my daughter comes back with three bottles of water.)

Daughter: “The lady at the gas station these are for each kid, as it’s hot out.”

(I am grateful, as it is over 90°. I go in to pay for the water and the wonderful gas station attendant refuses to let me pay.)

Attendant: “I’m also a mom, and know how hard it is to have a sick kid.”

(She asked if I needed anything else and sent me on my way. If you are reading this, thank you for helping a mom and her sick kid on a hot day!)

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Kindness Always Authorized

, , , , | Hopeless | June 11, 2016

(I’m working as a cashier when a clearly distraught customer comes into the store.)

Me: “Hi! What can I do for you today?”

Customer: “Do you take checks here?”

Me: “I’m sorry; we don’t.”

(She’s quiet for a few moments, working out something in her head. It’s getting awkward.)

Me: “Is there something I can help you with? What’s going on?”

Customer: “Oh… I’m going through a separation and none of my cards are working at the pump. I’m out of gas and my phone is dead.”

Me: “Well, let’s just give them a try in here. Sometimes the pumps can be temperamental.”

(She hands me three debit cards, all of which show me the message “Not authorized.” I explain this to her.)

Customer: “I don’t understand what’s going on! One of these is my business card! That should work, if anything.”

Me: “Here’s what we can do…”

(I grab one of our phone chargers for the display and pay for it. I then use the change to activate the pump and give her some gas.)

Me: “Here. Take this charger and charge your phone in your car. I’m putting the change in gas to get you home.”

Customer: “But… I don’t know when I can repay you!”

Me: “I’ve been where you are. It’s okay. Just get home and figure out what’s going on. I work here all week.”

(She thanked me, and later that night, came back to repay me. Turned out all of her assets were frozen and her soon-to-be-ex-husband locked her out of her home! Hope she ended up okay!)

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Dreams Really Do Come True

, , , | 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.)

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An Angel With A Sense Of Humor

, , , , | 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!”

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Driving Home The Kindness, Part 6

, , , , | Hopeless | June 8, 2016

(It’s evening at a point when the bus frequency drops quite a bit. We’re on a bus when a couple who are looking a bit lost get on.)

Man: *to the driver* “Does this bus go to [Destination]?”

Driver: “No, it doesn’t.”

(The couple looks disheartened and goes to get off.)

Driver: “Hang on a second. You can’t get to [Destination] from this stop. Hop on; I’ll drive you to the bottom of the road and you can get another bus from there.”

(They smile and thank him and sit down. We get to the bottom of the road and they go to leave the bus.)

Driver: “That’s the bus you need that’s just pulled away.”

Man: “Never mind, we’ll get the next one.”

Driver: “The next one isn’t for at least 30 minutes. It could be more like an hour. Hang on, stay on the bus, we’ll chase it and see if we can catch it. Stay at the front so you can jump off quickly if you need to.”

(The couple try to protest but the driver pulls away. He chats to the couple all the way up but we can’t catch up to the bus in front.)

Driver: “The next stop is the last one we both stop at. Either way, I’ll have to let you off here but at least you’re a bit closer to home.”

(The bus in front indicates to pull over; our bus driver gets past him and goes to pull over in front.)

Driver: “I’m going to block him in so he can’t pull out. The second I stop, run back to that bus, wave and jump up and down so they see you. I’ll wait until you’re on to pull away.”

(The couple thanks him profusely. The driver opens the doors while he’s still stopping, the couple run out waving at the bus behind. The driver watched until they were safely on before indicating to pull away. Thank you, Mr. Bus Driver, for caring about people getting home and restoring my faith in humanity.)

 

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