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My mom had me at 17 and gave me up. At 20, I found her, but she said, ’’Forget about me! My husband is a powerful man, and he’d leave me if he knew about you.’’ A year later, her husband tracked me down and showed up at my door with teary eyes. My entire reality shifted as he revealed that everything my mother told me that day was a complete lie.
He explained that he overheard a secret conversation between my mother and her mother, where he discovered she had a daughter. When he confronted her, urging her to reconnect with me, she refused and coldly claimed I was ’’de:ad to her.’’ Determined to find me, he hired an investigator and eventually located me. He wanted to meet his wife’s first child.
The truth hit me so hard I started to tremble. Then, a few moments later, I froze in total sh0ck as he handed me a large envelope. Inside were photos of their two daughters—my half-sisters, whom I never knew existed. Along with the photos, he had included a significant amount of money, knowing I desperately needed it.
I hugged him, tears streaming down my face. He told me that while my mother still refuses to see me, I am welcome to visit anytime to meet my sisters. What he did was one of the kindest gestures anyone has ever shown me. At that moment, he made me feel what it means to have a father, even though I never knew my own.

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When I broke my ankle, every single person who saw me on the ground just looked at me and walked on. It was really strange to experience. One guy, though, saw me, brought his whole truck around, and offered to take me to the hospital.
There was already an ambulance coming, so I declined, but he sat there with me, talked to me, and told me it was going to be okay. He really stands out in my memory. Almost ten people walked by and minded their own business while I was on the ground, but he came up and helped. I really hope he’s doing okay.

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In my hometown, we have fruit stands outside the wet market. I was with my mom buying fruits for our family when an old, skinny homeless man walked up to the same stall we were at. He started looking at some fruits, particularly the bananas.
My mom told the man to take the bundle of bananas he wanted, and she said she’d pay for them. He said thank you, took the bundle, and left. It was a small thing—just a small amount of bananas—but I still think about that almost 10 years later. What my mom did really shaped who I want to be.

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I was having a terrible day at work (retail). I don’t even remember why, but my stress level was 10/10, and I was almost ready to cry.
A co-worker I didn’t even really know noticed I was struggling, so she gave me her grapefruit. She always brought one and peeled it to eat like an orange, so that’s what I did. It was amazing.

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A lady in the park was walking with her husband, both well-dressed. They passed by a guy sitting on a bench. He didn’t look homeless, but it was clear he hadn’t showered in a while. He wasn’t crying at that moment, but his face suggested he had been crying his eyes out earlier.
The lady got on her knees, spoke to him, and hugged him. She kept hugging and comforting him. Her husband didn’t like it and kept telling her they should be going, but she just gave him a cold stare and continued hugging the sad man.
I fell in love with that lady right then.

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When I was 20, I worked at a fabric/craft store. A lady came to the register to check out with probably $100+ worth of stuff. It was all just random cuts of fabric, paint, and assorted craft supplies—a LOT of stuff.
Her card got declined, and she looked really upset. She started putting it all back in the cart, trying to figure out what she could afford to pay for. The lady behind her in line stepped forward and said, “Put it all back; I’ll pay for it.” She put her card in the reader, and the first lady started crying, quietly thanking her.

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I lost my wallet, and the man who found it drove to my house to return it. I was pregnant, tired, and freaked out because that wallet had so much in it. The wallet itself had been a gift from my dear father-in-law, and it meant the world to me to get it back—not to mention not having to replace all the stuff inside it.

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When I was first married, I was dealing with a lot of mental health issues due to undiagnosed ADD and anxiety, and I fought with my husband a lot. Sometimes I would go out driving afterward to cool down.
One time, I went through a drive-thru, and the girl at the window could tell I had been crying. She asked me if I was safe and gave me a free milkshake.

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