Tell me about when a stranger was kind to you
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Saying this with the caveat that many people don't love religion and I get that, but please hear me out. I am Christian (the kind that loves queer people and supports women's freedom to choose and whatall), and a couple of years ago my ex was in hospital which was a big shock. I did not have the supports and friends I do now, and it was lonely and scary and stressful. A very nice man on the street stopped me and asked if I would like a Virgin Mary medal to bless me, and that just made me feel so loved and cared for in that moment.
That's lovely
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A guy down the street from me has been having a garage sale pretty much every weekend. I think he was probably charging too much before and has eased up a bit. He's almost gotten rid of everything I usually see. I stopped in last weekend and he had a random assortment of old screwdrivers that said "free". I got to chatting with him and mentioned that I'm trying to get a shop together so I can build toys (my sister was complaining about how everything is plastic for her kids). He was like "wait right there". He ran into his garage and came out with armloads of tools and just said "there you go young man". I'm not sure what made me feel better, the tools or that fact I was called "young man" at 36.
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A woman saw me struggling to carry my heavy, unwieldy duffel bag (the shoulder strap had broken). She gave me a ride to the train station. I might have missed the train had she not helped!
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Wow. That's a good one.
We were astonished. It could easily have turned extremely nasty, but we instinctively trusted him. It made me a better person I think, more generous.
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I'm not surprised by this at all.
Every year there is an honesty test in Canada. Some group, I don't recall who, place wallets in random spots across the country. Most are returned.
Awww! That's so nice!
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Was riding my bike and hit a rock or unlevel sidewalk and fell off my bike. Couple of large scrapes. Stagger takes me into her nearby house and apply rubbing alcohol and bandaids. Left her house with a candy. (Years ago when I was a weeh lad)
