A stranger once shared food with me and talked me down from fear when a snow squall stranded us at the peak of a hike. I think often about this person’s willingness to help and how it completely transformed that experience.
I didn’t have enough money in my account for groceries at a grocery store. I had to walk out without it. While I was trying to figure out what I was going to do, a lady came up and handed me my groceries. She just said don’t worry about it and walked away. She didn’t make it weird or make me feel bad at all. So thankful for that random lady. I doubt she has any idea how much it’s meant to me over the years thinking about it.
That time I had sex. Yes. Definitely that
I was 17. A teacher of mine was on his day off but decided to came at school and took me of my class only to go to the school cafè and talk. He noticed that i wasn’t ok at that time and wanted to let me know that I wasn’t alone, and he could help me if I needed him.
Me and this teacher had some fights before (and after) this, but to this day I am really thankful for what he did for me.
Grazie prof
During my 10 year career there’s been only two instances when someone has said I did good work. These people had no idea how much that means to me.
Retail? JK.
But yeah. A simple compliment about something you worked hard on feels great.
Once I’d gotten into the wrong queue at a toll booth. Realised it too late and trying to merge was hopeless. People behind me were honking and this one dude with a marvellous moustache at the other queue stopped and smiled at me.
A guy helped dig me out of the snow where I got stuck turning off the road into a parking lot. I had nothing but my hands but he had a shovel in his truck. It made me realize that wouldn’t have done the same as him, but I wanted to become a person who would.
I became homeless when I was 18. On my first day on the streets I was sitting at a bus stop crying and a homeless guy came up and asked what was wrong. I explained my situation and told him I didn’t even have enough money for a bus ride. Without hesitating he pulled out a baggie of coins, counted out enough for his own bus fare, them gave me the rest. That act of generosity will stick with me for the rest of my life.
Someone bought me a few dollars in gas. I was paying in pennies and nickels, what I could spare after buying some small food. The lady behind me took notice. She approached me as I pumped my droplets of gas, and said something like “There’s 10 dollars on that pump for you after your done”.
I was so grateful, and even slightly ashamed at my own predicament due to some learned behavior of self hatred.
I pumped 6 dollars and went in to get the difference. I left there with more gas than I would have had, and 4 whole dollars as a small comfort.
Thank you so much to all the kind people that make living worthwhile.
