Driving Home The Kindness

, , , , | Hopeless | March 25, 2016

(I get a phone call early to say I need to get to my grandad very quickly. Using trams, buses and trains, I spend the morning travelling the 270 miles as fast as I can, not knowing whether I’ll be in time. When I arrive at his local station, I jump in a taxi, which pulls out into heavy traffic.)

Driver: *cheerfully* “You’re not in a hurry, are you?”

Me: *on the verge of tears* “My Grandad… I don’t know… I just…”

Driver: *looks at me in the mirror* “Oh, love… hang on!”

(He drives the wrong way up a very short (and empty) one way street, bypassing the unmoving traffic, and getting me to the care home in a few minutes. He risked his licence and I got there in time to say goodbye.)

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Bump It Forward

, , , , | Hopeless | March 25, 2016

(I’m in the drive-thru of a popular fast food place next in line to the pay window. In the back seat, my six-year-old niece spills her drink. I reach back to help her, thinking I have the car in park, but it rolls forward, bumping the car in front of me. After the driver finishes her transaction, an employee comes out and motions for her to pull ahead a little bit, and both of them examine the back of her car.)

Employee: *looking at bumper* “I don’t see any damage.”

Driver: *also looks, gives me a big smile* “I think we’re okay!”

Me: “I’m SO sorry! Are you sure?”

Driver: *gives me two thumbs up* “Yup, we’re good!”

(She drives off and the employee goes back in and is at the pay window when I get there.)

Employee: “You don’t owe anything. The lady ahead of you paid for your order.”

Me: *flabbergasted* “After I hit her?”

Employee: “No, before you hit her.”

Me: *groans in embarrassment, seeing that the lady is long gone* “Well, then, all I can do is pay for the person behind me!”

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Winning The Human Race

, , , , , , | Hopeless Related | March 24, 2016

(I am at a half marathon to watch my dad try and beat his PR of 2:25:27. It is around 2:35:00, and we still haven’t seen my dad. My older sister walks down the course to try and find him. She comes jogging back two or so minutes later.)

Sister: “I found him!”

Mom: “Where?”

Sister: “Just wait.”

(Sure enough, a few moments later I see my dad walking to the finish line supporting a woman in her mid-40s on his shoulder with the help of another man. The woman is wobbling and can barely support herself without their help. They cross the finish line at 2:43:02, where she receives immediate medical attention. We walk over to my dad.)

Me: “What happened?”

Dad: “Nothing really, she pretty much collapsed half a mile back. She said she’s a special needs teacher, and she was part of a group that was running for one of her students who was recently hospitalized, and she just wanted to finish for him.”

Mom: “Would you have beaten your record?”

Dad: “Oh, yeah. I was on track for two twenty-two, but that time wasn’t worth not letting her finish the race!”

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Help Is Always Hiring

, , , , | Hopeless | March 24, 2016

(My cousin has had many problems in his life that left him homeless and jobless. He approaches two strangers, trying to get some money to buy some food.)

Cousin: “Hey man, could you spare a little change so I could get something to eat?”

Stranger #1: “Why don’t you some work experience and get a job, you bum?!”

Cousin: “Okay, are you hiring?”

Stranger #1: “What?! No!”

Cousin: “Well, it sounded like you were offering. How am I supposed to get experience if nobody hires me?”

Stranger #1: *silence*

Stranger #2: “He does have a point. You don’t know his life or what he has been through.” *to my cousin* “Here, buy yourself a sandwich.” *hands my cousin $20* “Have a nicer day.”

(Stranger #1 walks off as my cousin thanks Stranger #2. My cousin eventually got hired by an old friend and moved to Missouri. He is doing much better now and continues to pay forward the kindness of Stranger #2.)

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There Is No Retirement Age For Birthdays

, , , , | Working | March 24, 2016

(I work in a retirement home as a volunteer. Each month, we host a small party for residents who had their birthday that month. One time, however, one of the female residents missed it due to her falling and having to go to the hospital. None of her family ever visits her, so she spent her birthday alone in a hospital room. She comes back to us clearly feeling down. We volunteers had anticipated this and have rounded up as many people as possible and have ordered a cake.)

Me: “Hey [Female Resident], feeling better?”

(She nods, clearly still depressed about what was probably her worst birthday ever. I take her to the rec-room in the back where the parties are hosted. The lights are out and the curtains are closed.)

Female Resident: “Hey, [My Name], why are we going here?”

(At this point a group of volunteers, nurses, residents she’s friends with, and our director start singing happy birthday as the cover is taken of the cake barely illuminating the rec-room.)

Female Resident: *in tears, starts to sing along*

(Our director comes over to say hello.)

Director: “Happy birthday [Female Resident]! Enjoy your party! Sorry, I can’t stay long, so have a piece of cake for me, okay?”

(The party ended up lasting for well over three hours, with nurses and other staff members joining in as they had their break. [Female Resident] got a couple of gifts including free maintenance on her wheelchair, a foot massage and a free haircut. We volunteers had bought her a small tablet to do Sudokus and crosswords on. Needless to say, [Female Resident]’s birthday went from the worst to the best ever!)

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