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The Story of Kindness That Restore Your Faith

“How do we change the world? One random act of kindness at a time” – Morgan Freeman. Stories of kindness often make us happy. The good news, an act of love is spread, then each person feels how precious life is.

If you sometimes feel let down about the world you live in, read these stories of kindness to strengthen your faith and, if possible, help them change for a better world.

The Story of Kindness That Restore Your Faith

The Story of Kindness That Restore Your Faith in Humanity
The Story of Kindness That Restore Your Faith in Humanity

1. Have you ever met someone once who still has an impact on you?

I was a first-time mother struggling with a child having a massive meltdown in a popular megastore. My toddler daughter had thrown herself to the floor and was kicking and screaming, and this lasted for quite a while. I was essentially helpless, recovering from surgery to repair a severely broken leg, so I was in a motorized shopping cart and could not get up without my crutches, so I was very limited in what I could do. My words were not enough to calm and comfort my child and I was on the verge of tears.

Many people passed by and gave me scathing looks, obviously disgusted with my daughter’s behavior and also with my response or their perception of my failure to respond. One woman even stopped to tell me that I needed to take my daughter to a priest to “get the devil out of her.” My despair and embarrassment were overwhelming.

Then finally one kind older woman stopped. She asked me, “What can I do to help you?” I just cried. She asked, “May I touch your daughter and try to comfort her?” I nodded “yes” vigorously through my tears. She was able to get the situation under control and my daughter calmed down. This kind woman stayed with us until it was clear that we were both okay, then offered to help me to my car. (I was still able to drive with my non-injured right leg.) I looked at my basket, containing some very essential items, and I figured we could live without those things until my husband got home from a work trip in three days.

The woman helped me to my car, buckled my daughter into her seat, and leaned in to give me a hug. She gave me some very loving and kind words about being a mother and having confidence in my abilities regardless of the judgment of others, every parent has days like this, this too shall pass, etc. Then her husband, whom I had not noticed in the store, set a bag of groceries in my back seat. He had purchased the items in my basket for me.

I will never forget their kindness and am always aware of opportunities to encourage other parents struggling with a child in similar situations.

By Kristy Chapman

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2. The Story of Kindness

The Story of Kindness
The Story of Kindness

One day, an older gentleman, also waiting outsider. I held the door for him. He said, “Ma’am I can’t go in a doesn’t have money”. I smiled, and replied, “it’s cold, wet, and rainy. I’m a paying customer, come inside. Sit with me. I’ll buy.” He looked uncertain, gave me a half-hearted smile, and went inside. We ordered, found a table, and sat down. He started to tell me about himself. He was a veteran. He was currently homeless. He was ashamed to contact his family.

He had a daughter, as well as a wife. However, he was also suffering from mental illnesses as well as recovering from substance abuse. Don’t want to cause more pain or embarrassment, so he left his home, in the middle of the night. In the middle of our conversation, my friend texted saying, “I’m running late” I assured her, “it’s fine I can wait.” I listened to the gentleman as he poured his heart out to me.

When he was finished with his story. I suggested, “let’s call your family. You can use my phone.” He seemed surprised, but he agreed. By some miracle, his wife answered. He spoke with her, she agreed to come to the coffee house and pick her spouse up. It was just a 30-minute drive. She showed up. I was, of course, still waiting for my friend. That didn’t matter to me at this point. I felt compelled to stay where I was, at that moment.

The couple then decided to wait with me. We chatted. My ride then showed up within minutes. He and his spouse thanked me. The last thing he said was, “Hey, young lady, don’t do heroin.” I gave him my word. I have never touched it.

I have family members, and friends that overdosed or have been in and out of residential treatment program after program. I’ve hit low points in life. I have never touched heroin. I’m so glad I help the gentleman out. I made a promise. I kept it. So there it is, someone told me something that changed my life forever.

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3. What small thing can tell you a lot about a person?

What small thing can tell you a lot about a person?
What small thing can tell you a lot about a person?

It was the usual rush hour when I took the train back home. When we reached the central station many commuters got off, but there was a queue of new ones coming in.

I was looking out the window like one does, they were mostly well-to-do looking, and there was a middle-aged lady walking on crutches and holding on to two plastic bags with groceries. She was struggling to get on the train, but the people surrounding her haven’t noticed; I guess most just wanted to get back home after a long day.

Then I saw a man who made his way through the queue to her. He was a scruffy young chap with tattoos all over the place. He took her bags from her, helped her to get on the train, then sat her down in the priority seats for the elderly or the injured. I was sitting two seats behind them. He remained standing near her. She thanked him. He asked her where does she get off. She said the name of the stop. He said, “Right, that’s my stop as well.”

When we reached their destination, he helped her get off the train and secured her bags to her hands. Then as soon as she walked away, he jumped back to the train.

I was smiling to myself. Scruffy, tattoos, whatever. He’d had a heart of gold.

By Leora Zairi

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