r/randomactsofkindness

I had fairly well off grandparents when I was a kid which allowed me to attend a small private school that my dad had also attended. Some of the people who graduated with me in high school, I have known since I was five years old.

Recently, I was invited to a milestone birthday party for one of these classmates. His dad & mine were classmates & our grandparents knew each other & socialized often. But he and I were vastly different. He was the extroverted, popular, funny, musical boy. I was the introverted, weird, nerdy, artistic girl who always had her head in a book.

When I arrived at the birthday party, I assumed other classmates who lived locally would be in attendance. They were not. He invited me *specifically* because I've been in his life (at least peripherally) since we were five.

Now, I've struggled with body dysmorphia, self esteem, depression & anxiety my entire life. Why in the *world* would this accomplished, self assured, kind man even think of me, let alone invite me to celebrate with him? I've been sitting with this for days now. I think it drives home the point that we are so often blind to our influence on others (good or bad) & that we can't accurately *see* ourselves and the light we spread.

This was a kindness that will resonate with me for years.

In August of 2020, my daughter (10 years-old at the time) and I went over to a friend's house for a BBQ. It was early in the pandemic, which will be important later on in the story. The kids swam in the pool and were bouncing in their trampoline. At one point, I hear screaming and run over to the trampoline. My daughter is in shock (not even crying at that point) and her arm is hanging by her side in a really unnatural way. At the time, we all assumed it was dislocated.

We go to the ER and it is in a tent outside the regular ER because of Covid. It is packed with people and freezing cold in there. My daughter is in a wet bathing suit and a towel. When we rushed out to go to the ER, I didn't think to ask for clothes, jackets, blankets, etc. so we were there with the clothes on our backs. My daughter was crying softly on and off because of being cold and in pain while we were waiting. It ended up that she fractured a bone in her arm up close to her shoulder.

There was a really sweet young woman (20's if I had to guess) who was sitting close to us. She told my daughter and I that she had once dislocated her arm and that it turned out fine. And the random act of kindness was that she gave us her socks. She was in sandals and said she brought them in case her feet got cold, but that she wanted my daughter to have them. They were nice socks so I felt bad taking them from her, but she insisted. We ended up waiting for more than 8 hours and that nice young lady left before we did. We still have the socks (argyle ones with green and gray pattern) and my daughter and I call them our lucky socks. We wear them on days when we feel like we need a little extra good fortune.

I never even knew what she was in the ER for because she didn't mention it and I didn't feel that I should ask. But the gesture touched our hearts and we will always remember her.

TLDR: A sweet young woman brought socks for herself to the ER, but gave them to my daughter because she was cold.

A few days ago, I went to my hometown from Hyderabad for a family function. After spending two days there, I boarded a train back to Hyderabad. It was a long journey of around 6–7 hours, and by the time I arrived, I was already exhausted.

I booked a bike to return to my PG. But halfway through the ride, I suddenly started feeling extremely dizzy and weak. I asked the driver to stop somewhere because I genuinely felt like I couldn’t continue the ride.

He stopped by the side of the road, and thankfully, a watchman nearby noticed my condition and offered me a chair to sit on.

While I was sitting there trying to recover, a girl passing by noticed me and came over to check if I was okay. She offered me water and calmly asked where I lived. Then, without hesitation, she said, I’ll drop you safely.

At first, I refused because I didn’t want to trouble a stranger. But she kept insisting and even told the driver that she would take care of me. There was something very genuine and comforting about her, so I finally agreed.

On the way, she stopped at a bakery and made sure I ate something before continuing the journey. After that, she safely dropped me at my PG and left.

The strange part is, I don’t even know her name. If I saw her again today, I probably wouldn’t recognize her because I was barely aware of what was happening at that time. I was too dizzy and weak to thank her properly.

But even today, I think about that incident.

In a world where we are often taught to be careful of strangers, she reminded me that there are still genuinely kind people out there. People who help others without expecting anything in return.

Because of people like her, the world still feels a little safer and more beautiful.

Wherever you are, thank you.

TL;DR: I was feeling weak and dizzy after a long journey, and a random stranger went out of her way to help me get home safely. Her kindness is something I’ll never forget. Good people still exist.

Two weeks ago, I was laid of from work by my manager since the company was running short in sales and could not sustain its workers. I fell into depression and I couldn't imagine how I would start building a career or starting to looking for jobs, on another blow my girlfriend that I thought would stick by me on difficult times decided its best we go both our separate ways. On a fine morning this week, while I was scrolling my phone through linkedin I have a found a messege that a recruiter reached out to me and offered me a good role, that pays even better than the one I was doing, and she was so kind and guided me to very process until I finished the process and got hired that random act of kindness I would never forget especially since I was at my worst moments of life. I thank the the lady for that random act of kindness

So yesterday i came back from one city to my hometown via a volvo bus, so usually when luggage is kept in the bus, they mark it with the seat number, but this time they didn't and i paid not much attention to it, when i reached the bus stand the bus guy gave me the bag and i just did an uber and came back home, i hadn't opened my luggage as i was tired. So i slept late last night and woke up late today (after noon), my phone was switched off due to low battery and mom wakes up and tells me someone is here to see me with my luggage ????

A couple had come to my home to give me the luggage, as our luggage had exchanged, they told me they tried to call me, went to isbt, got the list of passengers from there, called everyone from that list and only i hadn't responded so came for my address. The surprising thing is i hadn't filled my complete address, so they had to roam around and ask arounf in the locality (IN THIS HEAT, FOR GOOD 40 MINS) then they reached my home. They told me they didn't have anything valuable just there clothes but they got worried what if the other person may be panicking or something due to it (they were older, like have a daughter my age).

I feel so thankful to them, and this just made me believe in the goodness of humanity all over again

While i totally own up that i had been careless,i can't believe someone took the effort in this heat to go to this extent.

I didn't know which subreddit would fit this story, but this one seemed the most accurate.

A year and a half ago, I was mentally at my lowest. My girlfriend broke up with me, one of my best friends started hating me, I was made fun of often in school.

All my life, I've been made fun of. For my appearance, for my clumsiness, for being cringy and emotionally unstable. I was just tired of everything and everyone. I wasn't particularly good at anything, and I've almost never had any good interaction with any stranger.

I usually go to my grandparents by train. I wanted to see them one last time before I do *it*.

I sat alone, playing some of my favourite songs. I never looked anyone in the face because I thought they would also laugh at me.

Then came a man. I don't know how he looked like. I never looked up at him, because I was scared. I remember him being around 30. He was going around the train and giving candy to everyone. My favourite candy. He put a hand on my shoulder and put the candy into my hand, said "here you go" with a smile on his face and left.

I was stunned. Actually stunned. I wanted to thank him, but when I looked behind me he was already getting off the train.

I started sobbing. I tried to hide it as much as I could, so I wouldn't get any attention on me. This one piece of candy from a random guy made me cry and gave me hope for humanity.

I don't know why I had such a visceral reaction. Maybe I was just looking for one, *one* proof that people could be nice. And it happened.

After that, I started seeing things with a bit more color. I started a new hobby, started studying hard and today I got accepted into the best college in the country.

I don't know who you are man, and I'll probably never see you again. But know that you saved someone's life.

There's a small, cute coffee shop five blocks up from our house. The owner is so nice. There is a certain theme to it because she loves the theme and grew up collecting those things. I've been there a handful of times and we always have a nice chat. Last month I brought her three of those items to display and when I did she gave me a free latte. I told her she didn't have to but she insisted since I brought her the items.

This past weekend our only child came down to celebrate his 21st birthday. With us. His parents (he lives four hours away). We're having a hard time beng empty nesters but we're getting used to it. When he came down on Easter weekend I cried when he came in the house because we hadn't seen him since last year. Well this weekend I didn't think I would cry but when he left I gave him a hug and sure enough I cried. We had such a nice time with him here and we enjoyed spending his birthday with him. He said he would come back soon.

He left yesterday and I'm still a mess this morning. Decided to walk to the coffee shop to treat myself to a coffee. When I walked in the owner asked me if I was ok and I said not really. I tried to hold in the tears. She came aournd and gave me a hug and I said no one died, but, and as I cried I told her about the recent visit. She talked about her 21 year old son as well. I asked her for a small black coffee and she wanted to give it to me for free. I told her she didn't have to do that (how wil she make money if she keeps giving away free drinks). That hug and offer just made me feel so good. We are aquaintences, not really close yet, so for her to do that just made my day.

Usually I'm the one to try to bless others so when it happens to me I'm kind of shocked. I don't ever expect it. It feels good to help and bless others so that's what I'm used to.