Touching stories rarely appear on the front pages, which is probably why it seems that nothing good and good is happening in the world. But as these little love stories show, beautiful things happen every day.
They're all from a site called Makesmethink, a place where people share their pause-to-think stories, and we're sure you'll agree that these little funny stories are thought-provoking. Be careful though: some of them can lift your spirits, while others can move you to tears...
“Today I realized that my dad is the best dad I could ever dream of! He is my mom’s loving husband (always makes her laugh), he comes to all my football matches since my 5 years old (now I am 17 ) and is a real stronghold for our family.
This morning, while looking through my dad's toolbox for pliers, I found a dirty, folded piece of paper at the bottom. It was an old diary entry in my father's handwriting, dated exactly one month before my birthday. It read: "I'm 18 years old, college dropout alcoholic, child abuse victim, person with a conviction for auto theft. And next month, 'teenage father' will be added to that list. But I swear that From now on, I will do everything right for my little girl. I will be the father I never had." And I don't know how he did it, but he did it."
"Today I told my 18-year-old grandson that when I was in school, no one invited me to prom. That same evening, he showed up at my house in a tuxedo and took me to his prom as a companion."
"My 88-year-old grandmother and her 17-year-old cat are both blind. Usually, her guide dog leads her around the house. But lately, the dog also leads her cat around the house. When the cat meows, the dog comes up to her and rubs about her, after which she follows him to her feed, to her "toilet", to the other end of the house to sleep, and so on.
"Today, as I was coming to my office door at 7 am (I'm a florist), I saw a uniformed soldier waiting. He stopped by on his way to the airport - leaving for one year in Afghanistan. He said: "Usually every Friday I bring home a bunch of flowers to my wife and don't want to disappoint her while I'm gone." He then placed an order for 52 bouquets of flowers to be delivered to his wife's office every Friday afternoon. discount".
“Today I walked my daughter down the aisle. Ten years ago, I carried a 14-year-old boy out of his mother’s SUV on fire after a serious accident. Doctors initially said that he would never walk. My daughter visited him in the hospital several times with me "Then I began to come to him myself. Today I watch him, contrary to all the forecasts of doctors, stand at the altar on his two legs and smile, putting a ring on my daughter's finger."
“Today, by mistake, I accidentally sent my father a message saying “I love you” that I wanted to send to my husband. A few minutes later, I received a reply: “I love you too. Dad. "It was so! We so rarely say words of love to each other."
“Today, when she came out of a coma that she was in for 11 months, she kissed me and said:“ Thank you for being here and telling me these beautiful stories without losing faith in me ... And yes, I will come out marry you".
"Today we have a 10-year wedding anniversary, but since my husband and I have recently been unemployed, we agreed not to give each other any gifts this time. When I woke up in the morning, my husband was already up. I went downstairs and saw beautiful field flowers scattered all over the house. There were about 400 flowers in total, and he didn't spend a dime on them."
"Today my blind friend explained to me in vivid colors how beautiful his new girlfriend is."
"My daughter came home from school and asked where she could learn sign language. I asked why she needed it, and she replied that they had a new girl at school, that she was deaf, understood only sign language, and she could not who to talk to."
“Today, two days after my husband’s funeral, I received a bouquet of flowers that he ordered for me a week ago. The note read: “Even if the cancer wins, I want you to know that you are the girl of my dreams.”
"Today I reread the suicide letter I wrote on September 2, 1996 - 2 minutes before my girlfriend appeared at the door and said:" I'm pregnant. "I suddenly felt that I had a reason to live. Now she is my wife "We have been happily married for 14 years. And my daughter, who is almost 15 years old, has two younger brothers. I reread my dying letter from time to time to feel gratitude again - gratitude for having received a second chance at life and love." .
"Today my 12-year-old son Sean and I went to the nursing home together for the first time in months. I usually come by myself to visit my mother who has Alzheimer's disease. When we entered the lobby, the nurse saw my son and said: " Hey Sean!" "How does she know your name?" I asked him. "Oh, I just pop in here on my way home from school to say hello to my grandma," Sean replied. I didn't even know that.
“Today, a woman who is due to have her larynx removed due to cancer enrolled in my sign language class. Her husband, four children, two sisters, brother, mother, father, and twelve close friends also enrolled with her in the same group. to be able to talk to her after she loses the ability to speak aloud."
"Recently, I went to a second-hand bookstore and bought a copy of a book that was stolen from me when I was a child. I was so surprised when I opened it and realized that it was the same stolen book! My name was on the first page and the words written by my grandfather: "I really hope that many years later this book will again be in your hands, and you will read it again."
“Today I was sitting on a park bench eating my sandwich when I saw an elderly couple stop their car at a nearby oak tree. They lowered the windows and turned on jazz music. Then the man got out of the car, walked around it, opened the front door where the woman was sitting , extended his hand and helped her out. After that, they moved away from the car for a few meters, and the next half danced slowly under the oak. "
“Today, I was horrified to see through my kitchen window how my 2-year-old daughter slipped and fell headfirst into the pool. But before I could reach her, our Rex Labrador Retriever jumped after her, grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and pulled her up the stairs to the stairs. shallow water where she could already stand on her feet.
"I met a most beautiful woman on the plane today. Assuming that I would hardly see her again after the flight, I complimented her on this occasion. She smiled at me with her most sincere smile and said: "No one has said such words to me for the last 10 years." It turned out , we were both born in the mid-1930s, both without a family, have no children and live almost 8 kilometers from each other. We arranged a date for the following Saturday, after we return home. "
“Today, when I found out that my mother came home from work early because she had the flu, I drove home from school to Wal-Mart to buy her a can of soup. There I ran into my father, who was already at the checkout. He paid for 5 cans of soup, a pack of cold medicine, disposable tissues, tampons, 4 DVDs of romantic comedies and a bunch of flowers. My dad made me smile."
“Today, I served a table for an elderly couple. The way they looked at each other… it was obvious that they loved each other. When the man mentioned that they were celebrating their anniversary, I smiled and said, “Let me guess. You two have been together for a very, very long time.” They laughed and the lady said, “Actually, no. Today is our 5th anniversary. We both outlived our spouses, but fate gave us another chance to experience love."
"Today, my grandparents, who were just over 90 and married for 72 years, died one after the other one hour apart."
"I'm 17 years old, I've been with my boyfriend Jake for 3 years, and last night was our first time together. We've never done 'this' before, there was no 'this' last night either. Instead we baked cookies, watched two comedies, laughed, played Xbox and fell asleep in each other's arms.Despite my parents' warnings, he behaved like a gentleman and best friend!"
"Today is exactly 20 years since I, risking my life, saved a woman drowning in the fast flow of the Colorado River. And that's how I met my wife - the love of my life."
These 55 tiny stories shared by blog readers about the reason for their joy today fill hearts with warmth and hope. They will help you smile, and maybe even cry for joy for others, reports Day.Az with reference to fit4brain.
1.
Once a blind man was sitting on the steps of a building with a hat at his feet and a sign "I'm blind, please help!" One person passed by and stopped. He saw an invalid who had only a few coins in his hat. He tossed him a couple of coins and, without his permission, wrote new words on the tablet. He left it to the blind man and left.
In the afternoon he returned and saw that the hat was full of coins and money. The blind man recognized him by his steps and asked if he was the man who had copied the tablet. He also wanted to know what exactly he had written.
He replied: “Nothing that would not be true. I just wrote it a little differently." He smiled and left.
The new inscription on the plate was: "It's spring now, but I can't see it."
2.
One day, a man came home late from work, tired and shaky as usual, and saw that his five-year-old son was waiting for him at the door.
Dad, can I ask you something?
Of course, what happened?
Dad, how much do you get?
That is none of your business! - the father was indignant. - And then, why do you need it?
I just want to know. Please, tell me, how much do you get per hour?
Well, actually, 500. What?
Dad ... - the son looked at him from the bottom up with very serious eyes. Dad, can you borrow 300 for me?
You only asked so I could give you money for some stupid toy? he shouted. - Immediately march to your room and go to bed! .. You can’t be such an egoist! I work all day, I'm terribly tired, and you're acting so stupid.
The kid quietly went to his room and closed the door behind him. And his father continued to stand at the door and get angry at the requests of his son. “How dare he ask me about my salary so that he can ask for money later?”
But after some time, he calmed down and began to reason sensibly: “Maybe he really needs to buy something very important. To hell with them, with three hundred, after all, he has never asked me for money at all. ” When he entered the nursery, his son was already in bed.
Are you awake, son? - he asked.
No, dad. I'm just lying down, - the boy answered.
I think I answered you too rudely, - said the father. - I had a hard day, and I just broke. I'm sorry. Here, keep the money you asked for.
The boy sat up in bed and smiled.
Oh daddy, thanks! he exclaimed happily.
Then he reached under the pillow and pulled out a few more crumpled banknotes. His father, seeing that the child already had money, got angry again. And the kid put all the money together, and carefully counted the bills, and then looked at his father again.
Why did you ask for money if you already have it? he muttered.
Because I didn't have enough. But now I just have enough, - answered the child. - Dad, there are exactly five hundred. Can I buy one hour of your time? Please come home from work early tomorrow, I want you to have dinner with us.
3.
My friend opened his wife's dresser drawer and took out a bag wrapped in silk paper. It was not just some kind of bag, but a bag of linen. He threw away the packet and looked at the silk and lace.
I bought this for her the first time we were in New York. It was 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She wanted to keep it for a special occasion. And now, I think that moment has come.
He walked over to the bed and placed the linen among the other things he had taken from the funeral parlour. His wife is dead.
When he turned to me he said:
Save nothing for the special; every day that you live is a special occasion.
I still think about those words... they changed my life.
Today I read more and clean up less.
I sit on the veranda and enjoy the view, ignoring the weeds in the garden.
I spend more time with my family and friends and less time at work.
I realized that life is a collection of experiences worth appreciating...
And now I don't save anything anymore.
I use my crystal glasses every day.
If necessary, I put on my new jacket to go to the supermarket.
Also, I use my favorite perfume when I want to, instead of only wearing it on holidays.
Words like "someday" or "somehow" are banished from my vocabulary.
If it's worth it, I want to see, hear and do things now and here.
I'm not entirely sure what my friend's wife would do if she knew she wouldn't be around tomorrow (tomorrow, often so easy to take).
I think she would call family and close friends. Maybe she would call a couple of old friends to make up or apologize for old fights. I really like the idea that she would go to a Chinese restaurant (her favorite cuisine).
These are small, imperfect things that would get in my way if I knew my days were numbered.
I would be annoyed if I didn't see the friends I "somehow" had to contact.
It would be annoying if I didn't write the letters I wanted to write "somehow."
It would annoy me if I didn't often tell my loved ones how much I love them.
Now I do not miss, do not postpone, do not save anything that could bring joy and a smile into our lives. I tell myself that every day, like every minute, is something special.
4.
Early morning ... March 8th. The alarm clock rang, and without even having time, as it should
start my song, fell silent under the onslaught of my finger. Almost in the dark
dressed, quietly closing the front door, went to the bazaar. It became a little
get light.
I would not say that the weather was spring. The icy wind blew
get under your jacket. Raising the collar and lowering it as low as possible
head, I was approaching the market. I decided a week before that, no
roses, only spring flowers ... the spring holiday.
I went to the market. In front of the entrance, there was a huge basket with very
beautiful spring flowers. They were Mimosas. I approached yes flowers
really beautiful.
- And who is the seller, I asked, hiding my hands in my pockets. Only now, I
I felt an icy wind.
- And you, son, wait, she didn’t leave for long, she’ll be right back, she said
an aunt who sold salted cucumbers in the neighborhood.
I stood aside, lit a cigarette, and even began to smile a little when
I imagined how happy my women, daughter and wife would be.
Opposite me was an old man.
Now I can’t say what exactly, but in his appearance I have something
attracted.
An old-fashioned raincoat, 1965 style, there was no place on it that was
would not be sewn. But this darned and darned cloak was clean.
Trousers, just as old, but madly ironed. Boots polished up
mirror shine, but this could not hide their age. One shoe
was tied with wire. I understand that the sole on it is just
fell off. From under the cloak, an old, almost dilapidated shirt was visible, but also
she was clean and polished. Face, his face was the usual face of an old
man, that's just in the look, there was something adamant and proud, not
no matter what.
Today was a holiday, and I already understood that grandfather could not be shaved in
such a day. There were a dozen paresis on his face, some of them were
covered with pieces of newspaper.
Grandfather was afraid of the cold, his hands were blue ... he was very afraid,
but she stood in the wind and waited.
Some kind of not good lump rolled up in my throat.
I started to freeze, but the saleswoman was not there.
I continued to look at my grandfather. By many little things, I guessed that grandfather
not a wino, he is just an old man, exhausted by poverty and old age. And
I also just obviously felt that my grandfather was embarrassed by his current
positions below the poverty line.
The saleswoman came up to the basket.
Grandfather timidly moved towards her.
I approached her the same way.
Grandfather went up to the saleswoman, I stayed a little behind him.
- Hostess ... dear, but how much does one branch of Mimosa cost, - trembling from
cold lips asked grandfather.
- So, well, get the hell out of here, you drunk, you thought up begging, let's go, and
then ... the saleswoman growled at her grandfather.
- Hostess, I'm not an alcoholic, and I don't drink at all, I would like one twig ...
how much does it cost?” the grandfather asked quietly.
I was behind him and slightly to my side. I saw how grandfather's eyes were
tears…
- One, let me mess with you, drunkard, let's get the hell out of here, -
growled the saleswoman.
- Hostess, just tell me how much it costs, and don't yell at me, - just
grandfather said softly.
- Okay, for you, drunkard, 5 rubles a branch, - she said with some kind of smirk.
saleswoman. A sly smile appeared on her face.
Grandfather pulled a trembling hand out of his pocket, on his palm lay three pieces of paper
by ruble.
- Hostess, I have three rubles, maybe you can find a branch for me for three
ruble, - my grandfather asked very quietly.
I saw his eyes. Until now, I have never seen so much longing and pain.
in the eyes of a man.
Grandfather was afraid of the cold like a sheet of paper in the wind.
- To find you three, wino, ha ha ha, right now I'll find you - already
the saleswoman grunted.
She bent down to the basket, picked it for a long time ...
- Hold on, drunkard, run to your drunkard, give it ha ha ha ha, - wildly
this fool laughed.
In my grandfather's blue hand from the cold, I saw a branch of Mimosa, it was broken along
middle.
Grandfather tried with his second hand to give this branch a divine look, but she, not
wishing to listen to him, she broke down on the floor and the flowers looked at the ground ... At the hand
grandfather's tear fell ... Grandfather stood and held a broken flower in his hand and cried.
- Do you hear, bitch, what the hell are you doing? I started trying
to keep the remnants of calm and not to call the saleswoman in the head with a fist.
Apparently, in my eyes there was something that the saleswoman somehow
turned pale and even decreased in stature. She just looked at me like
the mouse on the boa constrictor was silent.
“Grandfather, wait a minute,” I said, taking my grandfather by the hand.
- You are a stupid chicken, how much does your bucket cost, answer quickly and clearly,
so that I would not strain my hearing, - I hissed barely audibly, but very clearly.
- Eh ... ah ... well ... I don’t know, - the saleswoman mumbled
- I'm asking you for the last time, how much does a bucket cost!?
- Probably 50 hryvnia, - said the saleswoman.
All this time, my grandfather did not understand, looking at me, then at the saleswoman.
I threw a bill at the feet of the saleswoman, pulled out the flowers and handed them to my grandfather.
- On the father, take it, and go congratulate your wife, - I said
Tears, one by one, rolled down grandfather's wrinkled cheeks. He shook
head and cried, just silently cried ...
I had tears in my own eyes.
Grandfather shook his head as a sign of refusal, and covered his
broken branch.
- All right, father, let's go together, I said and took my grandfather by the arm.
I carried flowers, grandfather his broken branch, we walked in silence.
On the way, I pulled my grandfather to the grocery store.
I bought a cake and a bottle of red wine.
And then I remembered that I had not bought myself flowers.
- Father, listen to me carefully. I have money, not for me
these 50 hryvnias will play a role, and you can’t go to your wife with a broken branch
good, today is the eighth of March, take flowers, wine and cake and go to her,
congratulations.
Tears welled up at my grandfather ... they flowed down his cheeks and fell on his cloak, he
lips quivered.
I couldn't look at it anymore, I had tears in my eyes.
I literally shoved flowers, cake and wine into grandfather's hands, turned around, and
Wiping his eyes, he took a step toward the exit.
- We ... we ... have been together for 45 years ... she fell ill ... I could not leave her today without
a gift, - the grandfather said quietly, thank you ...
I ran without even knowing where I was running. Tears were flowing from my eyes...
Set up set up!
I observe the Fast, my husband and cat do not support me and have fun in every possible way at my expense. My husband once cooked sausages for me for breakfast, then he made a sandwich with sausage, but the cat still outdid him. While we were at work, he opened the refrigerator (this is a common thing with us), took out a stick of sausage from there, gnawed it from one end and put it next to MY pillow. Well, imagine the reaction of the husband who discovered it !!! Set up set up! I haven't been teased like this in a long time! Now, for every phrase about food, they remind me that I eat sausage at night under a blanket ...
Milk always tastes better if it's...
Conversation overheard on the train:
- Well, what happened next?
- We went to this place for fishing for the second time, but without Seryoga. And last time he bought milk from a farmer, very good, in the morning he pulls off a hangover, that's it. We also decided to take milk from the evening. Let's go to this farm, where there is a shop, dick knows, went into the territory, yelled. No one, we look at the stalls, we went inside, no one either, the store is not a store, it’s not clear, some kind of storage shed. There is a refrigerator in the corner, there are bottles of milk, a cow is drawn on the label, you will understand what the hell language it is written in. We took four bottles. Left 500r. and left.
In the evening they got drunk in the fumes, as expected, fell asleep. In the morning we woke up and to the milk. Muck is rare, everyone tried it, but no one liked it. They cooked porridge on it, like nothing, you can eat, they ate everything. And at twelve o'clock the police came to us, they took away our entire company, they didn't even let us assemble the tent, and they ordered us to take empty bottles from this milk with us. Well, in full, interrogations, testimony, protocols. In short, the court was, six months later, they gave me a fine and compensation for damages of 500 thousand rubles, the lawyer was good, he managed to prove that there were no selfish motives in our actions.
- Wait. Pollama for four bottles of milk?
- If only ... Pollama for spoiling the elite, selective, bovine Dutch semen! And stop whining! I can’t do it anymore, blah, the cops are laughing, the court is laughing, the lawyer is laughing, only the farmer is crying, he did not manage to withdraw the lost profit from us, only damage.
Dad, eat
Three-year-old daughter today gives dad a pear: “Dad, eat.” He takes the pear from her and begins to eat. She, looking at him with resentment, insistently again: “Dad, eat!”, He is confused, begins to eat more actively. The daughter is almost in tears: “Dad! Eat!” He told her: “Daughter, what’s the matter, I’m eating!”
“Daddy, draw a knife and eat me in pieces!”
At the district clinic
I went to the district polyclinic to close the sick leave after an illness, but the head of the polyclinic had to wait three hours. During this time, I managed to drive to the market, buy my grandfather a folding chair for giving and come back. There was still an hour of tedious waiting. I laid out the chair I had just bought next to the hospital stool, sat down on it and calmly began to read a book.
At that moment, a mad woman flew up to the floor and, pushing aside the dense crowd of people in the corridor, ran up to me with a cry:
“Give up your seat, you fucking sucker!”
I slowly and calmly closed the book, got up, folded the chair, went to the opposite wall, laid it out there, sat down and continued reading. The people applauded...
Ingenious retreat plan
The wife says to her husband:
- I once met a guy at the institute ... We once went to the cinema, and in the middle of the film he asks me: “Do you want to suck?” Naturally, I began to resent, and he took out a lollipop from his pocket and handed it to me.
Husband thoughtfully:
- This guy, like, had a brilliant retreat plan.
International phone
In the 60s, my father served in a super-secret military unit. The places there were deaf, except for the radio and no entertainment club. So everyone had fun as much as they could. Immediately outside the gates of the unit there was a “fungus” for the sentry, a telephone with a handle that had to be twisted was hung on it before making a call. This phone will be the hero of the story.
There was a written or unwritten procedure in the unit, according to which the new officer immediately took up duty. Whether in order to quickly delve into the course of affairs, or whether this was the first sign of the emerging bullying - I don’t know. At that time, it just fell to my father to instruct a novice who was taking over the daily duty. At the end of the briefing, his father shows him a flock of telephone sets in the office of the duty officer and tells him about the purpose of each of them.
- This one is the direct house commander of the unit, this one is the connection with the commandant's office, this one is with the division, this one is with the army headquarters, this one is with the district headquarters. That's it, take charge!
Here the newcomer notices another apparatus, about which he was not told anything.
– What is this phone?
The same joker as his father, his friend, who was present at the briefing, instantly thinks and rushes to the sentinel fungus.
“And this is international,” the father answers in all seriousness.
And then the demanding call of the “international” telephone is heard. The newbie is at a loss, does not know what to do. The father nods, they say, he took the duty - answer! The newcomer grabs the receiver and loudly and clearly pronounces the phrase that for a long time became his new nickname:
The USSR is listening!
Garrison Bikes
On the same platform with us in the house lived an elderly officer (years, as I understand it now, over 30), who recently married a young girl. You understand that life in a remote garrison is scarce in entertainment, and alcohol is the most affordable of them. And this officer carefully concealed his recent drunken past from his young wife. Young officer wives of those years is a separate conversation. But by the degree of naivety, at first they could create worthy competition for the current blondes.
So our officer managed to convince his soul mate that he was dangerously ill (almost irradiation in the service), and the doctors prescribed him as a medicine daily 20 drops of boiled water per glass of alcohol. And she boiled and dripped until the neighbors opened her eyes and explained that he was an ordinary drunk.
oil painting
My girlfriend always ate very little. For example, I will eat a piece of cake, and she will only drink a cup of coffee. We have recently started living together.
Somehow I wanted to go to the toilet at night, I look - the light is on in the kitchen. I’m all dragged by what I saw there, and I’m still laughing: my beloved eats pancakes with one hand, and with the other she scatters pieces of pancakes on the floor in order, as it turned out, to blame the loss of pancakes on our cat.
At the teachers' council
I sit quietly at the teachers' council, hid behind the backs of the teachers, checking mini-dictations in biology. The works are "weak". And, suddenly - "pearl". One of the students - not the best, annealed (hereinafter with the preservation of the author's style, punctuation and spelling).
Question 1. Karkodil - he is like jasper, only big. Nevo has scales. Carcodile buries his eggs in a squeak, because if he sleeps with them on the gun, they spoil.
Question 2. Foxes walk in the adinochka, and only sometimes in pairs, when they need to eat a young seal that has crawled into the forest.
Wild laughter, the teachers' council is practically disrupted, I can barely calm down the amused teachers. Suddenly, in relative silence, the question of the English teacher is heard: “I don’t understand, why did the seal crawl into the forest?” - This ended the meeting.
The image of Vanya from the story “Son of the Regiment”
The writer's granddaughter Valentina Kataeva told how her friend at school was asked to write an essay about what exactly Kataev put into the image of Vanya from the story "The Son of the Regiment". A friend came to visit the Kataevs and asked the writer himself about this, taking his words as the basis of her work. As a result, for the essay she received a triple with a minus with a comment that Kataev was thinking about something completely different.
“Today I returned to work for the first time after a year that I was on disability leave. There was an explosion at the factory where I work, as a result of which I was deaf in both ears. My return was a real holiday for me. see you!”, “Welcome!”, “We missed you”, and nine of my colleagues even learned sign language during my absence to make it easier for them to communicate with me and understand me.”
"Today I would visit her in the hospital for the 127th time, as I did all the previous 126 days that she was in a coma. At night I dreamed that she had died. I woke up and lay in bed wondering if I could learn live without her. And then the phone rang. It was her."
“This morning, I stopped on my way to work to help a woman change a tire. And this afternoon, this woman saved my life by accidentally meeting me in the city center and pulling me out of the road onto the sidewalk when some driver decided to run a red light.”
"I worked as a parenting consultant for 15 years. Years later, I ran into one of my charges. He was a difficult child, constantly upset and angry at life. Once I drew Superman for him and wrote words about how superheroes never give up and always win in the end. Now this boy is a fireman, he saves the lives of others. We chatted with him for about half an hour, and then, before we parted, he opened his wallet and showed me my drawing of Superman, which he still keeps.”
"I have diabetes. My mother died two years ago and I adopted her cat Keith. I woke up at 3 a.m. recently to Keith sitting at my feet meowing. I've never heard him do that before." so loud and insistent. I got up to see what happened and suddenly felt very weak. I grabbed the glucometer to check my blood glucose level. It dropped to 53, while the doctor told me that the normal level is 70- 120. Later in the hospital I was told that if Keith had not woken me up, I might not have woken up.”
“Ten years ago, my best friend got sick and needed a kidney transplant urgently. I decided to donate to her. She is getting married today. She is getting married to a man she met 10 years ago in the hospital. And I am a bridesmaid.”
“There was a time when I could barely make ends meet. Once I didn’t have enough money to pay at the supermarket. When I started to unload extra products from the cart, the man who was standing behind me in line paid my check. I thanked him and he said that a few years ago someone did the same for him. He repaid the debt and now hope that someday I will do the same for someone.”
"Today, exactly ten months after a severe stroke, my dad got up for the first time with wheelchair alone to dance with me the father-bride dance.”
"A big stray dog was chasing me from the subway almost to my house. I was already starting to get nervous. But suddenly, right in front of me, a guy with a knife in his hands appeared from somewhere and demanded my wallet. Before I could react, the dog attacked him. He threw the knife and I ran away. Now I'm home, safe, and it's all thanks to that dog."
“Today my son, whom I adopted eight months ago, called me mom for the first time.”
"My dad is the best dad you could ever dream of. For mom, he is a wonderful loving husband, for me a caring father who never missed a single of my football matches, plus he is a great host in the house. This morning I climbed into the toolbox for pliers father and found an old note there. It was a page from his diary. The entry was made exactly a month before my birth, it said "I am an alcoholic with a criminal past, who was kicked out of college, but for the sake of my unborn daughter, I will change and become the best father in the world. I will become for her the dad that I never had.” I don't know how he did it, but he did it.”
"I have a patient who suffers from a severe form of Alzheimer's disease. He rarely remembers his name, where he is and what he said a minute ago. But one part of his memory, by some miracle, remains untouched by the disease. He remembers his wife perfectly. Every morning he greets her with the words: "Hi, my beautiful Kate." Perhaps this miracle is called love.”
“During the school fire evacuation today, I ran outside to find the head bully in the class and saw him holding the hand of a tearful little girl and comforting her.”
“On the day my grandson had a graduation, we started talking and I complained that I never got to my graduation ball, because no one invited me. In the evening, the doorbell rang, I opened the door and saw my grandson in a tuxedo. He came to invite me to his graduation.”
“Already after my daughter’s funeral, I decided to clear the messages on my phone. I deleted all incoming messages, but one remained unread. It turned out that this was the last message from my daughter, which was lost among the rest. It said: “Dad, I want you knew I was fine."
Today I stopped on my way to work to help an elderly man change a flat tire. When I got closer to him, I immediately recognized him. It was the fireman who pulled me and my mother out of a burning house 30 years ago. He and I chatted for a bit, then shook hands and simultaneously said, “Thank you.”
“When my wife gave birth to our first child and my family and I were waiting for her in the hospital, my father had a heart attack. He was immediately treated. The doctors said that he was very lucky, because if he had not been in the hospital during an attack, they might not have had time to help him. So my son saved my father’s life.”
"I am a florist. Today a soldier came to me. He is leaving to serve for a year, but before that he decided to place an order, according to which his wife will receive a bouquet of flowers from him every Friday during this year. I made a 50% discount for him, because he made my day happy.”
"Today I came to the hospital to visit my grandfather with pancreatic cancer. When I sat down next to him, he squeezed my hand tightly and said:" Every day, waking up, thank life for what you have, because every second somewhere, fighting desperately to keep it that way.”
“Today, I watched in horror from my kitchen window as my two-year-old son slipped while playing near the pool and fell into it. But before I could come to the rescue, our Labrador Rex pulled him out of the water by the scruff of the neck.”
There was a fire in my house, which the scars on my face will remind me of for a long time to come. It's been two months since I returned to school after being hospitalized, and for two months every day someone has pinned a red rose to my locker. I even tried to get to class early to find out who was doing it, but the rose was always there already.
When I was little, my mother hummed the same tune all the time when she put me to bed. When I was eighteen and my mother was in the cancer ward, we switched roles and I sang this song to her every night. A lot of time has passed since my mother died and I almost forgot this song, and today my fiancé, stroking at me, suddenly began to hum it. I asked him how he knew this motive and he replied that in childhood his mother sang this song to him.
Today my son is 7 years old and I am 23 years old. I gave birth to him when I was 16. Having become pregnant, I doubted for a long time whether I could raise a child. Today in the park during a birthday celebration, my son played for a very long time with a little girl whose face was deeply scarred, and when we were walking home, he said to me: “Mom, she is so beautiful.” I am very glad that seven years ago I made the right choice.
Today, a little girl who had an accident was brought to our hospital. She needed a rare blood type. Her parents and twin brother, who had the same rare group as her, arrived at the hospital. I explained to him that his sister needed blood and that it was a matter of life and death. He thought about something for a second, and then, after saying goodbye to his parents, he went with me to the ward. When we finished with him and I told him that he could rest, he suddenly asked me: “How? Am I not going to die?” That is, at the moment when he agreed to donate his blood, he was sure that it would kill him, but for the sake of his sister, he was ready to give his life.
