(I am serving an elderly man at the checkouts — nothing unusual, as the local area has both sheltered housing and lots of bungalows.)

Me: “All right, your total is [amount].”

(Man #1 gives me change from his coin purse; I count it up.)

Me: “Sorry, sir, this is a pound short.”

(Man #1 opens his coin purse again, but it’s mostly coppers. If it has been less than 50 pence I could have used coupons, but as it is, there’s not much I can do. The next man in line catches my eye and puts a pound coin on the conveyer belt. I pick it up and add it to the others.)

Me: “Oh! Sorry, sir, one of the coins was hiding! That’s [amount].”

(Man #1 brightens up.)

Man #1: “That’s fine, lassie; happens to all of us.”

Me: “Enjoy your day!”

(Man #2 steps forward.)

Me: “Thank you.”

Man #2: “It’s fine; hopefully someone would help my dad if he was a bit short.”

(I ended up using a 50p coupon for Man #2, based on a tiny dent on a cereal box. Not really supposed to for such tiny, near non-existent damage, but I was really glad to that man, both for helping the elderly gentleman and for doing so in a way that let him keep his pride!)

Me: *on the phone* “My doctor said she sent a prescription in, and that I should call to see when I can pick it up.”

Pharmacist Tech: “Let me check… Will Wednesday afternoon work for you?”

Me: “Well, that’s two days away, and I’m in a lot of pain. But— if that’s what you can do, it’s what you can do. I don’t suppose yelling or whining will help, right?”

Pharmacist Tech: “We’ll send a text when it’s ready.”

Me: “Thanks!”

(45 minutes later, I get the text! She expedited it for me! And because of that, I was able to sleep that night without much pain! Thanks so much, lady!)

My mom has recently bought a new dining table and chairs, so she needs to get rid of her old one. I post an ad on a second-hands website to give it away for free, since it’s a quite old table, but in very good condition.

I quickly receive a reaction to the ad and we settle a date for the people to come and get the table. I also arrange for my husband to come at her place ASAP after his work to fix her new table.

My mom has recently been diagnosed with cancer and is in the middle of her treatment which shows by her wearing a headkerchief to cover her loss of hair, and she is not able to help lift the table since she has a PEG tube.

In the afternoon I receive a message from her:

“Those people were so nice! They immediately told me not to worry about lifting the table, and they even fixed my new one!”

This is something which made her very happy since she loves colouring and stuff, so she really needs a table.

It was a small gesture from those people, total strangers to my mom, but it really made me happy they did that!

My mom has recently bought a new dining table and chairs, so she needs to get rid of her old one. I post an ad on a second-hands website to give it away for free, since it’s a quite old table, but in very good condition.

I quickly receive a reaction to the ad and we settle a date for the people to come and get the table. I also arrange for my husband to come at her place ASAP after his work to fix her new table.

My mom has recently been diagnosed with cancer and is in the middle of her treatment which shows by her wearing a headkerchief to cover her loss of hair, and she is not able to help lift the table since she has a PEG tube.

In the afternoon I receive a message from her:

“Those people were so nice! They immediately told me not to worry about lifting the table, and they even fixed my new one!”

This is something which made her very happy since she loves colouring and stuff, so she really needs a table.

It was a small gesture from those people, total strangers to my mom, but it really made me happy they did that!

(I decide to take my 21-month-old daughter with me to the post office to mail a package. It had been raining but it has stopped and the sun is shining, leaving me to believe that it is clear. We get down there and I realize not only did I lose my money, but that it is pouring outside.)

Me: “Oh, man… I… I have no choice. I have to go. The post office is closing.”

(I cover my daughter, and head out, thinking I can cross the road, avoid getting splashed, and perhaps find my money, but the vehicles just won’t stop coming. I’m near tears, thinking that I failed today as a mother as I am getting dirty looks for having my baby out in the rain, despite the fact she’s having a blast and laughing.)

Me: “I’m sorry, [Daughter], I really am…”

Daughter: “Mama?”

(I start walking, thinking I’m hearing my daughter make her usual noises when a lady runs up to me.)

Lady: “Hey, now! I’ve been calling for you.”

Me: “I-I’m sorry, I thought it was her. Can I help you?”

Lady: “No, but I can help you. My car is on the other side of the post office. Where do you live?”

Me: *I point to the apartment building* “Right there. Why?”

Lady: “Get your baby and get in the car. I’ll put the stroller and package in the back. You shouldn’t have to walk in the rain with a baby. I’m shocked no one has offered yet!”

Me: “Are you sure? I have no car-seat with me.”

Lady: “I’m sure. It’s better than her getting soaked and sick, or you! Come on now, dear.”

(She brought us home, and even carried the stroller and package inside. Lady, I know I said it more than once, but thank you, so, so, SO much. My daughter is dry and is currently watching her favorite show and snuggling her blanket.)