Story 3:
I sat next to an elderly Japanese woman on a 13-hour flight. She was nervous, so I used Google Translate to help with her meal and customs form. We “chatted” that way for hours. She was visiting her grandson for the first time.
A week later, I got a postcard from her with a photo and a thank-you. She must’ve found my address from my bag tag. I still have it on my fridge.
Even without language, we connected. Kindness travels… literally.
Story 4:
I was crying in the walk-in fridge at work. Didn’t even know the girl from another department saw me. A manager came in later and said, “You’ve been covered. Go home.”
Turns out, she took my shift without asking why.
I found out later she had plans that night—she just never mentioned it. I tried to pay her back. She said, “I hope someone would do the same for me.” Now I always keep an eye out for the quiet ones.
Story 5:
I was leaving the courthouse after finalizing my divorce. Held together until the front doors.
Then I froze. A man walking in just… held the door open. He didn’t rush me. Didn’t talk. Just stood quietly.
It gave me a second to breathe. Not everything has to be dramatic to matter. Kindness is sometimes just not hurrying someone.
Story 6:
Ordered an Uber home from the ER. I was bandaged up but cleared. Driver pulled up, looked at me, and said,
“You sure you’re okay?” I nodded.
He said, “We’ll wait 10 minutes. I’ll drive after that.” He just sat. Didn’t start the ride.
Turns out, I wasn’t okay. But after sitting silently in his car for 10 minutes, I kind of was.
Then he drove.
Story 7:
I was walking home in the rain with no umbrella and my hoodie soaked through. Passed by a tiny bus shelter where an old man was sitting, dry, reading a paperback.
He waved me over. Took off his plastic poncho and made me wear it. I protested. He said, “I’m already home.
This bench is mine.”
He smiled and went back to reading in the rain.
Source: brightside.me