Amazing Stuff, Los Angeles, CA (2025)

07/03/2025

Today, I met an angel. You came into the Denny’s where I work in Utah. You asked, “Can I have a waitress who is a single mother?” I thought that was strange, but I seated you in Crystal’s section. You stayed there for 2 hours just watching people. During that time, 7 families came in and ate, and you paid every single one of their bills. You spent over $1,000 on people you didn’t even know. I asked, “Why did you do that?” You simply said, “Family is everything. I’ve lost all mine.” When I looked into your eyes, I started to tear up (that’s why I walked away quickly). As soon as I got to the back, I cried because your eyes showed so much pain.

I want you to know that Crystal, the waitress you asked for, was living in a shelter with her son until she saved enough money to get a place. Your bill was $21.34, and you left her a $1,500 tip. Because of you, she can move into her new home next week. Because of you, 7 families got to eat for free. Crystal told me she prayed for a miracle the night before—and God sent you. You left before any of us could say thank you. I hope you read this because you are truly an amazing person. You touched all of our hearts. Thank you.

07/03/2025

Calling our prayer warriors, please pray. Our 12 yr old, Lily, just got in a bad scooter accident and is being life flighted to Louisville Children’s Trauma Center with a brain hemorrhage.
Chris Hornbrook

07/03/2025

I found a line with just one person ahead of me and began organizing my items on the conveyor. After placing my items, I look up to see that the person ahead of me was an elderly woman. She was paying for her items with change and wanted to purchase each separately. Part of me, the part that had a long day at work, the part of me who had a 1 1/2 year old having a melt down in the cart, the part that had set an unnecessary timeline for Target and getting home, was frustrated with this woman and the inconvenience she had placed on me.
BUT then I watched the young employee with this woman. I watched him help her count her change, ever so tenderly taking it from her shaking hands. I listened to him repeatedly saying “yes, mam” to her. When she asked if she had enough to buy a reusable bag, he told her she did and went two lines over to get one for her and then repackaged her items. Never once did this employee huff, gruff or roll his eyes. He was nothing but patient and kind.
As I was watching him, I saw that Eloise was too. She was standing next to the woman, watching the employee count the change. I realized I hadn’t been inconvenienced at all. That my daughter was instead witnessing kindness and patience and being taught this valuable lesson by a complete stranger; furthermore, I realized that I too needed a refresher on this lesson.
When the woman was finished, the employee began ringing up my items and thanked me for my patience. I then thanked him for teaching us patience and kindness by his treatment of that elderly woman. And although my timeline for target was askew, when he was finished I pushed my cart through the store trying to find the manager. I wanted her to know of the employee’s, kindness and patience, and how much it meant to me. After tracking her down and sharing the story with her, we left Target with a cart full of consumable items, but what is more a heart full of gratitude for such an invaluable lesson.
If you are ever in the Glendale Target, give Ishmael a smile and a nod. The world could use more people like him.
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07/02/2025

In 1976, Shavarsh Karapetyan, an Armenian Olympic swimmer, had just completed a 12-mile run with his brother when they saw a trolley bus crash into a dam reservoir. The trolley bus sank 80 feet offshore at a depth of 33 feet. Shavarsh immediately dove in and swam to the bus and despite zero visibility, managed to kick in the back window, injuring himself in the process. He proceeded to save twenty people trapped in the bus, one at a time, for hours.

The combined effect of the cold water and his inquiries from breaking the glass window led to his hospitalization for 45 days after the incident, during which time he developed pneumonia, sepsis, and lung damage which ended his athletic career.

For years, his story wasn't known, until an article about the event identified him by name in 1982. In 1985, he happened to pass by a burning building and rushed inside, again saving people trapped inside one at a time until he collapsed. He was again hospitalized with severe burns and lung damage.

He's still kicking it at 66. Just an awesome person I learned about today and thought I'd share

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07/02/2025

A wealthy man is irritated to find himself sitting next to an overweight woman in first-class and starts complaining to the flight attendant.
Michael Harrington knew it was going to be a rough flight the moment he saw the woman who would be sitting next to him. She was HUGE! How was he supposed to travel comfortably with her right beside him?
The woman sat down, and as she fastened her seat belt, her elbow nudged Michael. "Watch it!" Michael snapped at her, and she turned to face him.
"Oh, I’m so sorry," she said softly, "Please forgive me…"
"Forgive you?" Michael mocked. "Or forgive the 3,000 cupcakes you ate to get that size?"
The woman gasped in shock, and Michael noticed she was quite young, with a gentle face, a vulnerable face. It spurred him to sneer, "Lady, when you travel, you need to book TWO seats!"
Tears welled in the woman’s eyes, but Michael was on a roll, especially when he saw her clothes were cheap and outdated, her shoes well-worn.
He said, "I bet your whole budget goes to tacos and burgers, huh? Can’t afford two seats? Next time, pass a cup around—I’m sure your fellow passengers will be generous!"
The woman turned her face to the window, and in the reflection, Michael saw tears streaming down her cheeks. "Listen," he said, "I know a guy who runs a clinic in Mexico. I bet he’d give you a liposuction deal, super cheap!"
Sobs shook the young woman’s shoulders by the time Michael felt satisfied for the discomfort of being squeezed next to her soft bulk. So when the attendant came by with the drinks cart, he ordered a Martini.
Everyone deserves to be treated with respect and dignity.
"Shaken, not stirred!" he told the attractive flight attendant in his best James Bond impression, adding, "I don’t know what Moby Dick here will have…"
The attendant pursed her lips and shot him a disapproving look before addressing the woman. "Ma’am, would you like anything to drink?"
The woman nodded, wiping her eyes. "Yes, please, a diet soda."
Michael scoffed. "Bit late for a diet soda, don’t you think?" Both the flight attendant and the woman ignored him, but Michael felt a small thrill knowing he’d rattled them both.
He leaned back, nibbling an olive and sipping his Martini while the woman sipped her diet soda. He shuddered at the thought that she’d eventually need to use the restroom and squeeze past him…
Soon after he finished his drink, the flight attendant brought dinner. She placed a neat tray in front of him and another for his seatmate.
"Are you sure that’s enough?" Michael asked the attendant. "I mean, it’d probably take a buffet to feed this lady!"
The flight attendant ignored him and continued serving the other first-class passengers. "Pretty rude of her, right?" Michael said to the woman next to him. "I might just complain about her."
But his seatmate ignored him too, so Michael dug into the excellent meal. He was savoring the last of his wine when the flight attendant returned, all smiles.
"Excuse me," she said, "The captain’s a huge fan, and he’d love to invite you to the cockpit?"
Michael was startled, then realized the attendant was speaking to the woman next to him, who was blushing, smiling, and nodding. This meant Michael had to stand to let her pass.
The attendant led the woman away, and Michael sat back down. He began mentally drafting scathing emails to the airline’s management about the service and conditions in first class.
He was crafting some choice complaints when the captain’s voice came over the speakers: ... (continue reading in the 1st comment)

07/02/2025

There is a little cafe in Angouleme, France, and a friend told me this story about suspended coffee purchasing.

“I went with a friend towards the counter, to place our order. As we were approaching the counter, two people in front of us ordered: - "Five coffees please. Two for us and three suspended.”
They paid, took their two coffees and left." I asked my friend: - "What is a suspended coffee?" "My friend answered me: - ""Wait and you'll see. Let’s stand back and watch for a few minutes “.

A few more people went in. Two girls asked for a coffee. Each paid and left.

The next order was seven coffees and it was placed by three people - the order was three for them and four "suspended". While I'm still wondering what the meaning of the 'suspended coffees' is, they go.

Suddenly, a man dressed in worn-out clothes who resembles a beggar comes to the counter and politely asks: - "Do you have a suspended coffee ?"

And the waiter serves him a free coffee.

People pay in advance for a coffee that will be served to someone who can't afford one.

This tradition began in Naples, but has spread; and in some places, you can order not only "suspended coffees" but also a suspended sandwich or a full meal.

Please suggest this idea with your local coffee shop! That would be great!!!

Credit - original owner

07/02/2025

It was supposed to be a normal shift. Just a walk through the park in Modesto. That’s when I found her—barefoot, cold, and curled up on a bench. She looked like a teenager. I asked if she needed help, and she whispered, “I’m just trying to keep her warm.” That’s when I saw the baby, wrapped against her chest.
I called it in but stayed by her side. She was calm—just overwhelmed. Her name was Kiara. No family, no support. She’d given birth in a motel after aging out of foster care. Now she was alone on the street with her baby, Nia. No papers, no hospital visit. Just a mother and daughter trying to survive.
We got them a place at a shelter. I thought that was the end.
But I kept going back. I couldn’t forget that little girl. Kiara slowly let me in, asked for advice on how to care for Nia. Then one day, she said, “She smiles when she sees you. I think she knows.”
She told me she wasn’t ready to be a mom—but she believed I was meant to be part of Nia’s life.
I never planned on being a father. But at that moment, I knew I couldn’t walk away. I told her I’d try. That night, I sat in my car and cried.
Nothing could have prepared me for what came next. (check in the first comment👇)

07/02/2025

“I just ordered my breakfast from Jollibee and my 92 YEAR OLD neighbor saw me with the delivery guy.”
Author: Maris Mayol - Tian

“When lola saw him handing me my food at our gate, she called him over and asked him what he does… So when he told her he delivers food that she would want to order, she proceeds by enumerating her order.

I honestly thought he would just ignore her, laugh and be on his way, but he actually took out his own cellphone, dialed a number, and ordered for her!!!

There was a time when I hated Jollibee’s delivery service because they messed up a few times, but now I think I’m going to order more delivery from them.”

Credit: Maris Mayol - Tian

Source: Act Biggy

07/02/2025

In Portland, Oregon, there’s a small coffee shop called Cozy Bean. During the day, it’s what you’d expect—people stopping in for a hot drink, soft background music, the usual warmth of a neighborhood café.

But something unexpected happens after closing time.

Once the customers leave and the lights are turned off, the owner turns them back on—but not for more business. He opens the doors again, this time for a different kind of guest: street dogs.

Since 2018, Cozy Bean has quietly offered shelter to stray dogs in the area. There's no advertising, no big signs, no posts asking for attention. It’s just something the owner does—every single night.
Inside, he sets out old blankets, cushions, and bowls of clean water.

The dogs come in from the cold, some limping, some soaked from the rain, and they find a place to rest. They aren’t locked in or forced to stay. They just know they’re welcome—and they settle in like they belong there.

Some of the dogs are regulars. Others come and go. But every night, they have somewhere safe to sleep. A break from the noise and danger of the street.

The owner doesn’t do interviews. He doesn’t expect anything in return. He just makes space for those that have none.

It’s a simple act—opening a door, turning on a light, offering a little comfort. But it shows a level of compassion that’s hard to find in today’s world.

This isn’t about saving the world. It’s about doing what you can, right where you are. And that, in its quiet way, is something extraordinary.

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07/02/2025

"I've been asking for farm labor help this week. I've had a few projects going here at home and just needed a few extra hands to complete em. Fortunately my sons Caldon Cook and Dillon Cook came through for me and helped the last few days.

Yesterday, we had to go pick up some materials in town. So we stopped for lunch at the waffle house. As we were sitting there this guy walks up in the parking lot and sits down on the side walk. You could tell he was hitch hiking or just homeless. He was covered from the top of his head to his toes in tattoos, and weathered by the sun. There were a few folks inside and they began to talk. Look at this guy. What the hell is he doin? Etc. I looked out our window at him. I knocked on the window to get his attention. With hand gestures I ask, are you hungry? He nodded yes. I motioned for him to come inside. He did. I told him to order a meal. I would take care of the bill. He said are you sure. I said absolutely. He said 'sir I appreciate it.' I told the waitress give him what he wants. He sat at a table alone. His food arrived and before digging in as you may thought a hungry man would, he gave thanks to God for his meal. He then said to me, 'I haven't always been homeless. And i know i look strange to people with all these tattoos. Man I've been hunting a job but people take one look at me and say no way.'

I said, do you really wanna work? He said 'yes sir i need to work.' I said where are you staying? He said I'm sleeping on some church porches around here. I said well tomorrow I'm laying 10 pallets of sod. If you will be at this waffle house at 7:45 in the morning you can work with us. He said 'I'll be there.' He said can i tell you something, I said sure. He said i have not eaten in a few days. And i kept asking the Lord what to do. He said the Lord told him to come sit there and wait. I paid for his meal and assured him i would see him in the morning.

Well sure enough Caldon Cook went and picked him up this morning. He said Mr. johnny I've never layed sod but I'll work hard. I said all I ask is you be straight clean and respectful. He said I'm more than that. He worked alll day with us laying sod. We went to lunch. He prayed again. We came back and finished the job. He worked his heart out and was proud of what we had accomplished. I paid him and took him to a local motel. Where he can stay the night and I'll pick him up again tomorrow.

Everyone has a story. Maybe not the same as mine or yours. A man on a curb is not always looking for a handout sometimes they just need help up.

I'm certian my boys will always remember this."

~ Johnny Cook

07/02/2025

"Today is a day I’ll cherish forever.

I recently found out my piano teacher (Joan) of 11 years is at a nursing home. I haven't seen her in over 20 years.

I was in the town where her nursing home is located to practice the organ at a church I will be playing.

I decided to visit her and play for her again after 20 years of being an organist and playing piano without her next to me keeping time, critiquing my phrases and staccatos and having me practice tough spots over and over and over.

She’s the reason I’m an organist—she saw the very best in me and pushed me outside of my comfort zone. She taught me the importance of perfect practice—not just practice.

She taught me to love music, she taught me to feel music, and she taught me I could do things I set my mind to.

Joan wasn’t able to talk to me much today, but when I introduced myself to her, she cried.

I wheeled her to the piano, sat down, and showed her the books she lent me that I never returned.

I showed her the music to the first hymn she had me play at church, with her writing still on the page.

I showed her the books that had my classical recital songs in them. She shook her head yes.

I played numerous hymns, classical songs she taught me to play for our recitals, and Christmas songs.

She smiled back at me—the Joan I remember from 20 years ago, the Joan who smiled at me when I brought her a trophy from the talent contest I had won, the Joan who smiled at me when I FINALLY mastered a measure I struggled with.

That Joan. That smile.

I know she knew who I was. I know she recognized my style of music. Music was her life and I pray she was able to go back and remember those good days.

When the time came for me to leave, I got down and held her hand. She squeezed, and she didn’t let go.

I told her how much I admire her. I thanked her for the hours and hours she put into teaching me and told her how I’m forever grateful for everything she did to help me become the musician I am. She had a tear fall down her cheek.

Joan Hummel was more than a piano teacher to me. Those $4 lessons gave me more than a musical ability. I’m forever grateful for Joan."

Credit: Jessica Brandt-Denison

07/02/2025

Saw this sweet boy mad-dash across the super 1 parking lot (new Iberia). It caught my eye because he abandoned the carts he was pushing and sprinted so fast across 2-3 rows in the parking lot. I thought that something was wrong. He was running over to help an older lady who had an oxygen tank in her cart. She didn’t even ask for help but she caught his eye and he flew over to help. I wish I could have stopped to let him know he surely blessed me today. Couldn’t see his name tag but I wanted to share cus it made me smile. 💚

Update: His name is Desmond Connor and he was awarded with a gift card from his manager!

Credit: Katie Joy DeRouen

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