14 People Share Moments Proving Kindness Heals Deeper Than Words

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14 People Share Moments Proving Kindness Heals Deeper Than Words

Life often surprises us when kindness appears. A gentle word or a helping hand can break down walls and spark genuine connections. These touching stories show how even the smallest gestures can open hearts and create bonds that endure.

  • I fill candy machines with quarters, loonies, and toonies (Canadian currency). And then wait for kids to walk up and discover the machine has money in it waiting. They are ways so happy, but the parents aren’t! © Digital_loop / Reddit
  • I spent months saving to get my husband his dream watch for our 10th anniversary. The day came, and all he gave me was cheap perfume in a plastic bottle. I was so angry, I tossed it aside and never used it. This was our last celebration because he died unexpectedly 3 weeks later in a car accident.
    For a month, I could barely get out of bed. Today was the first day I felt strong enough. I started cleaning our room and the perfume bottle fell, and the lid popped off. I froze.
    Inside he was hiding a ring. Not just any ring, my dream diamond ring. The one I had once admired as a newlywed, the one he had promised he would buy me someday. I had long forgotten about it, but he hadn’t...
    Knowing him, I understand why he never hinted at it. He loved surprises and believed that gifts should be discovered, hidden in places only I would stumble upon. This time, I found it too late. I’ll never be able to thank him.
    Now I wear this ring as a symbol of us. Whenever I look at it, I feel him close.
    I just wish that on that last day, instead of anger, I had shown him kindness. It would have changed the memory of our final anniversary. If only we could turn back time...
  • A blind, elderly woman once asked to borrow my phone, and I usually say no, but blind and old, she can’t outrun me, so I said sure. Turns out she had to call the vet about her service dog who were being operated on. Unfortunately, poor doggo had died during surgery.
    I couldn’t hear the vet on the phone, but I could hear and see the heart break on her face and voice, so when she handed me the phone back, I gave her a big old hug. © T-rade / Reddit
  • When working at Family Video, I’d give out free rentals for whatever tiny reason I could think of to the people who were kind and courteous, or if I noticed they were having a rough day and needed a smile. Or discount movies for kids who didn’t quite have enough change to get what they wanted.
    I’d give them some kind of excuse that they had a rental credit on their account or that someone else left behind a coupon or whatever so it didn’t seem like it was me specifically giving stuff away. Bosses never once told me to stop giving movies away so I didn’t.
    Worked there for nearly a decade while getting my degrees. I loved that job and miss it. Would have stayed forever if I could have afforded it. © illegalitch / Reddit
  • So, I have a disability. My daughter and I were at the grocery store getting groceries. I have a firm belief that if someone is on food stamps, they should only buy foods that are good for them.
    We were checking out, and I hadn’t noticed my daughter had grabbed some food off the shelves. (She is still sneaky to this day.) To be honest, I wasn’t paying attention to what was going on the belt (I’m real good at putting myself on autopilot).
    The cashier gets done bagging everything up and tells me the amount. And I’m stunned. I look at the numbers on the screen and glance at the list that was also displayed on the screen, and then I see it. There are several items that I never put in the basket and the amount is more than what I was given.
    So I ask the cashier to put this back and that back, blah blah blah. The whole time, I’m just feeling sicker and sicker because I’m extremely mortified that I’m having to do this. Customers are all around and there’s this older gentleman behind me. My blood pressure us going up, I’m about in tears; my face felt so, so hot.
    Then, all of a sudden, the man behind me places a hand on my shoulder. I’m looking away from him, and I burst into silent tears — remembering how my father spoke so badly about people who needed help or assistance. And now I’m one of those people.
    I heard the man tell the cashier to not put anything back, that he was paying for it all. He told her to put it on his credit card. I was so dumbfounded, I looked at him so confused and so scared. And I started crying again. © Crystal Mayfield / Quora
  • I was broke and had just received a food stamp card. In the grocery store, I picked up about $8 worth of food. Standing in line, I took the card out of my wallet, noting the lonely $20 bill that represented my net worth.
    When my turn came, I swiped the card and waited. The clerk said, “I’m sorry, but there is only $1 available on your card.” I was in shock, because this was my first time using it. Falling back on my fine command of the language, I said nothing.
    I was confused, embarrassed, and a little sick. Finally, I just backed away, mumbling that I must have left my money on my yacht. As I was leaving, a man stopped me and said, “You just dropped this $20 bill” and handed it to me. I thanked him profusely for his honesty.
    I also thought what a careless idiot I was. I managed to fumble away the last of my money, and only the honesty of a stranger saved me. Well, I stopped at another store on the off chance some mistake had been made at the first place, and that turned out to be the case.
    With tremendous relief, I started to put the card and my recovered bill in my wallet. I found to my amazement that my original $20 was still there. I realized that the stranger had given me the bill, while preventing my embarrassment or any refusal of his generosity.
    This is not meant as the greatest example of kindness, but to mention that a major part of his gift was the lift it gave my spirit to know of such kind and generous people. The last thing you need during hard times is cynicism. © Carl Grant / Quora
  • I leave homeless people money while they are sleeping. I just think it’s a nice thing for them to find to see someone cares about them. I don’t care what they spend it on. © Minnidigital / Reddit
  • My older brother got everything — the car, college tuition, parents’ love. I felt like the family failure my whole life. At Dad’s funeral, I was resentful.
    Then my brother pulled me aside crying and said, “Dad made me promise never to tell you, but he used his entire retirement savings to buy you that house you thought you got such a great deal on. He secretly contacted the seller and paid the difference so you could afford it. He said watching you succeed on your own was worth more than any inheritance he could leave behind.”
  • I was working in the Big Boys, Restaurant in Middletown, Ohio after my divorce in 1993. It was Oct 1993. There was this family. They were rich people in town.
    The woman of the group hated me. She said I was too beautiful and to stay away from her husband. Her husband was chubby (not my type) with a long hair and beard. I was also in the Air National guard, I love men with short hair.
    One day we were so busy. My manager sat a man and his family down. The man was slow witted. I NEVER make fun of anyone. My manager said to bring them sodas.
    However, he had a little girl with him. She was a little on the dirty side, hair messed up. It looked like she had not had a meal.
    So out of the kindness of my heart, I got the little girl a spaghetti and meatball diner with a side salad. I gave it to her. I paid for the meal from tips. The man thanked me for feeding his little girl.
    The manager saw what I did. From there, he hired the man on the spot as a busboy. He asked me why I did it. I said the girl was hungry, and I could tell she was.
    Then the next day, the woman who hated me from the rich group she always hangs with. Her rich family. She came alone. I was working that day. She wanted to see me.
    The woman had tears in her eyes. She said the meal I bought was for her niece. She said, “I was wrong about you.” Then she said that none of the other waitresses would have done what I did, helping her brother out.
    I said to her, “My mother taught me to be kind to others.” She said that people treat her brother bad because he is slow. I said to her, I would never do that as I was not taught that way. Also, she said because of me, he got the job. I said, “He has every right to work here.” © J.K. Miller / Quora
  • My younger brother completed his Masters in IT just about a time when IT sector in India was picking up. This meant fewer companies recruiting on campus and many people without jobs. My brother included. When he couldn’t find a job for about 3 months post the graduation and that driving him towards borderline depressed, I did something creative that I feel extremely satisfied even today.
    I convinced a friend of mine who had his own IT firm with a team of about 8 people (and was struggling to make ends meet at his company) to take my brother as an employee. The conditions for this were: I would pay my brother’s salary and my brother should not know about it. Instead, my brother should feel that he is getting paid by the company, and not be treated differently from others.
    This went on for about 4–6 months and worked like a charm. My brother’s confidence went up, and he eventually found a job on his own at a bigger firm. ~14 years later, nobody knows except for that friend of mine and me, and I intend it to be this way. Oh, and my brother is doing very well for himself and is leading a team in one of the largest IT organizations in India. © Unknown author / Quora
  • Paid a couple months rent for a teacher who had a debilitating accident and was living in a tent. That poor lady had gotten surgery and then the hospital had to kick her out. She’s doing much better now. © Iwentforalongwalk / Reddit
  • When I was in fifth grade, the man who owned the company my mom worked for (as a secretary), found out that I had nerve damage from a tumor at birth and that I had problems with my walking that were getting worse.
    He quietly told my mom that he had connections at a leading spinal cord research center in Miami (we were in the New York area) and flew us there and put us up in a beautiful place, and I ended up getting treatment that changed my life.
    A year or two later, the same man gathered the four or five secretaries from his companies and told them to clear a week off their calendars in a few months. He ended up flying them all to France for the Cannes Film Festival. © Brooks Dempsey Bono / Quora
  • My little sister was terribly mistreated in middle school. She often came home in tears; her grades were low, and she had no friends. It was an expensive, selective, all-girl, private school. Our family considered it an achievement that she got accepted, and brushed off her struggles, saying it was only an adjustment period.
    We relocated, and she started at another school, where she prospered. It was the fresh start she needed. She had a great circle of friends and her academic performance improved. Until we had to move back.
    My family wanted her to go to her old school and her old “friends.” She was devastated, because she was leaving her real ones, but mostly about having to live through the nightmare of school once again. I was going to act quietly.
    The next morning, I phoned the school and asked to speak to her then counselor. I reminded her of all the difficulties my sister had when she attended that school. I told her how well she’s doing in her new one and offered to send progress reports for proof. I asked her to keep our conversation confidential, and finally begged her to decline the re-admission request.
    “I will review her file and do my best. But please remember that I am only part of the admission panel and I do not have the final say in her acceptance,” said her counselor. A few days later, my dad announced that he had bad news. The school rejected my sister’s application, and we will be looking at other options.
    They did not provide a reason for their rejection. No one knew about my meddling until she graduated high school. Ten years later, she is still very grateful about it. © Tasneem Ajaj / Quora
  • After high school, life fell apart for me. I was kicked out at 17, had no family to turn to, and was stuck in a small town with nowhere to go. One day I walked into a pawn shop carrying the few possessions I considered valuable. They were not worth much, but I was desperate for food money.
    The shop was quiet, and the owner struck up a conversation. He asked why I was selling my things. I did not share much, but somehow he understood what I was going through. He told me to wait a moment while he added some numbers.
    When he returned, he was holding two large bags of food and a few dollars in cash. He explained that he had also struggled when he was young and knew what it felt like. He refused to buy my belongings, saying I deserved to keep those pieces of myself. There was no judgment, no pity, just genuine kindness.
    For the first time in a long while, I felt seen. That was almost fifteen years ago. I cannot remember his name, but I will never forget what he did for me. Sharing this now is my way of saying thank you to a truly good human being. © Dinosaur_Doctor / Reddit

And here’s another collection of random acts of kindness that remind us heroes truly walk among us.

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