Stories That Prove Kindness Can Turn Darkness Into Light

Story 1
At 14, I was so poor that I couldn’t afford lunch, and I used to pretend to forget it. A teacher started bringing me food every day, but then during that school year, she suddenly vanished and never came back.
10 years later, I had become a lawyer. I saw her name booked for a visit. When she came in, I froze. She was the same woman I knew, with those same kind eyes. But I was shocked when she started to shake and tremble. She didn’t recognize me at first, but when I told her my name, she smiled. Her husband of 20 years had left her for a younger woman and taken all her savings in a planned scheme. She couldn’t afford a lawyer but had come asking for help—or at least reduced fees. I took her case and told her I didn’t want a penny. We won. She got all her money back—and even more in damages. She hugged me and said I’d saved her. I told her I was only repaying a debt—and that she could count on me, always.

Story 2
I was fifteen. I was alone during my first shift at my first job (small photo studio) a woman came in and asked for passport photos in black and white. I explained to her that we no longer did bw passport photos and only color, which were up to specs with government regulations. After I took them, and she came back, she proceeded to yell at me for them not being in black and white, even though she had agreed to color before I took them.
This is in front of a line of customers behind her who’d witnessed the whole thing. Because it was still a perfectly good product and I had just started the job, I wasn’t allowed to just refund her and be done with it. After fifteen minutes of her refusing to stop yelling at me, I started to cry.
An older gentleman in the line walked up to her, handed her a refund from his own pocket, and told her to get out and stop mocking a fifteen-year-old for doing her job. About fifteen minutes after he left the store, he came back with ice cream for me just to cheer me up. That guy was the best customer ever. © Unknown author / Reddit

Story 3
After my dad passed away, my depression kicked into overdrive. I went to the doctor and got a prescription for antidepressants. While I was picking up my prescription, I started crying.
When I apologized to the pharmacist for “crying like a child,” the pharmacist gently said, “You don’t have to apologize. You recognize you have a problem, and you’re trying to fix it. That is a brave thing.”
That moment changed my perspective on treating my mental illness. © cranberryboggle / Reddit

Story 4
In 2008, I was in college and figuring out what to do for the next two or three days, until I was next paid, for food with approximately $6 in my bank account. Walking home from an evening class, I found $20 on the sidewalk. I couldn’t believe my luck. I could get ground beef, eggs, milk, whatever — I knew I’d be set for two days.

Well, not a week later, I lost my cellphone and was in a panic. I needed it and couldn’t afford to replace it anytime soon. Later that day, my mom, who lived four hours away, called my brother’s cellphone and told him that someone had called her saying they had found my cellphone and would like to return it.

I met this homeless man who said he had found my cellphone in some grass. He had opened it and called “Mom” and spoke to my mom about returning it. I thanked him and gave him $20 for his help — it wasn’t my $20 to begin with, anyway. © giugno / Reddit

Story 5
I was around 19 years old, in my first year of community college. My dad had lost his job, and my mom was supporting our entire family. We had been struggling for a while. I remember being in my night class one day, starving. I figured there’d be no dinner, so I told myself I’d go straight to bed when I got home and not think about being hungry.

When I got home after class, there was a giant box of Costco pizza on the kitchen counter. Apparently, one of our neighbors had bought it for us because my dad had fixed part of her fence a few months back. I think it stuck with me because:

A. I was so hungry, and
B. The chances of her bringing food that night, of all nights, felt insane to me.

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