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"Tonight, something absolutely amazing happened to us, and I don’t think I’ll be able to truly capture it in words. Beca...
09/23/2025

"Tonight, something absolutely amazing happened to us, and I don’t think I’ll be able to truly capture it in words. Because of the recent inclement weather and train cancellations, our Amtrak train trip back from the Presbyterian Hospital in New York was longer than expected, which caused us to arrive in Boston too late to get on the next train. Thankfully, they let us change our tickets to the next train headed for Portland, but unfortunately, this train wasn’t leaving the station for another 2 1/2 hours. The train station was very cold, with no place to leave our luggage, and no option for comfortable seating/support for my neck. Feeling desperate because of my recent brain surgery, Mom spoke with two of the police officers on duty at the time, trying to see if there was some way to store our luggage at the train station, which would have enabled us to take an Uber to a warmer, more comfortable place to wait for our train. The officers quickly assured Mom that they would help us by contacting their captain to see what he could do. Shortly after, the Boston police captain came to us and asked us to follow him. He took us to his unmarked police SUV and helped us load our luggage into the vehicle, telling us we were going to go for a little ride.
He pulled into the police station, got gas, and quickly started heading North. We were all pretty confused at this point, and assumed he was going to ride us around a little bit to warm us up (we were so happy and thankful!). After quite some time, as we continued moving North, Mom asked where we were going, and he laughed and said he was kidnapping us and that it was perfectly legal. We soon realized he was driving us all the way to Portland, back to our car! He said there was no way he was going to allow me to sit in the cold so soon after surgery and that it was his pleasure to drive us. We were all in shock and very emotional at this amazing and generous act of kindness. As we began talking and exchanging stories on the long ride, we realized that he was one of the main commanders in charge during the Boston Marathon bombing and that he has greatly impacted many, many lives during his career as a police officer. He is a humble, inspiring, kind man. I am blessed and honored to have spent a car ride with such an amazing national hero. Thank you, Captain Kelley McCormick. May God richly bless and protect you as you have blessed and protected so many others."

Credit: Kori Malenfant
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Two women working on the mixture for a fudge cake in Tulsa, Oklahoma, 1947.
09/23/2025

Two women working on the mixture for a fudge cake in Tulsa, Oklahoma, 1947.

"Every Tuesday, 65-year-old Stacey wheels her grocery cart down the long hallway of Oakwood Nursing Home. Not because sh...
09/21/2025

"Every Tuesday, 65-year-old Stacey wheels her grocery cart down the long hallway of Oakwood Nursing Home. Not because she lives there, she doesn’t. She comes from across town, every week without fail, pushing that same squeaky cart with the wobbly wheel.

She’s not a nurse. Not a social worker. Just Stacey. A retired school cleaner who used to wipe chalkboards and sweep crayon bits for 32 years.

People at first thought she was lost. “Can we help you, ma’am?” asked a young aide. Stacey just smiled. “I’m here to visit Mr. Ellis.” But Mr. Ellis wasn’t family. Or a friend from childhood. She’d never even met him before six months ago.

It started when she overheard two nurses talking in the supermarket. “Poor man,” one said. “No visitors. Not a single call in two years.” Something broke inside Stacey. She didn’t know why it hit her so hard. Maybe because she remembered her own father, fading alone in a room just like this, whispering, “I wish someone would just sit with me.”

So she went back the next day. Knocked on his door gently. “Mind if I come in?” Mr. Ellis, thin and quiet, nodded. She didn’t bring flowers or candy. Just a notebook and a pen.

“I brought my homework,” she joked. “You’re gonna help me spell better.”

He blinked. Then, slowly, he laughed, a dry, rusty sound, like a door opening after years.

Every week after that, she came. Sometimes she read him letters she wrote to no one in particular about the weather, her cat, the way the bus driver always smiles at her now. Other times, she just sat. Listened. Held his hand when he cried about forgetting his wife’s voice.

Then one day, Mr. Ellis whispered, “I want to write something..... before I can’t.”

So they wrote a letter to his grandson, the only family he had left, who hadn’t visited since he moved in. Stacey helped him find the words. It took three weeks. One sentence at a time. Hands shaking. Tears falling.

When the letter was sent, nothing happened. Weeks passed. Stacey kept coming.

Then, one Tuesday, a young man stood at the front desk. Looked around nervously. “I’m looking for my granddad. His name is Henry Ellis.”

Mr. Ellis saw him and couldn’t speak. Just reached out, trembling.

The grandson stayed for two hours. Then came back the next week. And the next.

Stacey didn’t tell anyone. Didn’t post it online. But word spread through staff, through other residents who saw the change in Mr. Ellis, the light in his eyes.

Soon, others began asking “Will you visit me too?”

So Stacey started making lists. Matching names. Finding small things people liked, Mrs. Greene loved peppermints, Mr. Patel missed chai tea. She bought them with her pension money. Brought puzzles, photo albums, silly hats for birthdays.

She didn’t call it a project. Just “being neighborly.”

Now, seven months later, 14 seniors have regular visitors, some family, some volunteers Stacey quietly connected them with. The home started a “Friendship Board” where names of lonely residents are written. People from town sign up.

And every Tuesday, Stacey still comes. Her cart? Full of little things, socks, crossword books, warm blankets. But mostly full of time. The one thing everyone runs out of, but she keeps giving away.

Last week, Mr. Ellis passed peacefully. His grandson held his hand. The last thing he said was, “Thank you, Stacey.”

She didn’t cry much. Just folded his favorite blanket and placed it in her cart.

Because tomorrow’s Tuesday. And Mrs. Kendall is waiting.......”
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A few weeks ago, I shared a message from a woman in Texas named Becci. She wrote:"My son, Scott, had a serious head inju...
09/19/2025

A few weeks ago, I shared a message from a woman in Texas named Becci. She wrote:

"My son, Scott, had a serious head injury from a car accident when he was 18. He now lives in a home with five other men who also have challenges. He shares a small space with a roommate, so there isn’t much room for gifts. He doesn’t need clothes, they provide toiletries, and snacks aren’t allowed. Finding the right gift for him is always tricky.

Usually, I give him a box of ‘experiences’ for the year, but I wanted to do something different. Then I had an idea. I may not have a million dollars like your Secret Santa, but I can spread some kindness through my son.

Scott is a kind, loving person who brings joy to everyone he meets. So, this year, his gift is to give to others. I gave him some $20 bills, cards to write in, and supplies to make his own. With a little guidance, he will decide who to help and how to bless them—just as he has been blessed."

Becci recently sent me an update, and she said I could share it with you:

"Pflugerville's Secret Santa (Scott) has finished his shopping and is about to deliver his last two gifts.

Diapers and wipes for a mother who needed help with her baby's needs—delivered.
Birthday cake bundles for the local food bank, in honor of a friend’s grandson, Robert, who loved birthdays but was sadly taken from this world too soon.
Toys for the local Bulldog Rescue.
Scott loved every part of this—from picking who to help, to choosing gifts, to shopping. (If you ever have five hours to spare, take Scott shopping for baby wipes—LOL!)

Thank you for the inspiration. This will now be a holiday tradition for us.

The kindness is spreading: I signed up to volunteer at the Circle of Hope food bank, my daughter is making cake bundles, and our friends are joining in too. This will be an annual event for all of us!"
Credit to the rightful Owner~

Saving Teddy during the 1941 blitz of Liverpool. 🧸 ❤️Source: Reminiscing Britain
09/17/2025

Saving Teddy during the 1941 blitz of Liverpool. 🧸 ❤️
Source: Reminiscing Britain

This boy rode the bus to graduation, went on stage without the support of this family, with no one to hug him or congrat...
09/17/2025

This boy rode the bus to graduation, went on stage without the support of this family, with no one to hug him or congratulate him.
After graduation he returned to the bus stop, his back covered in sweat, but he was still happy. His name is Corey Patrick and we are all proud of you.
Credit goes original owner

I have to share this experience. I was at Old Navy in Warner Robins with my son Cole, who was asleep in his car seat whe...
09/16/2025

I have to share this experience. I was at Old Navy in Warner Robins with my son Cole, who was asleep in his car seat when we walked in. A few minutes into shopping, he woke up and started getting fussy—ready to eat. I started heading to the front of the store to leave my items and run to the car for his bag, when an employee stopped me.

She asked if I wanted her to hold him while I went to get the bag. I hesitated, naturally, but eventually accepted her offer. Before I even reached the door, Cole had stopped crying. When I came back, he was calm and peaceful in her arms. She smiled and said, “Oh my God, you have to smell this baby,” turning to her coworker. I laughed.

She offered to care for him for 30 minutes while I shopped. She told me she would sit right on the floor and feed him if I got the bottle ready. I said yes. After he ate, she carried him around the store, talking to him, telling him he could be anything—a teacher, a president. She kissed his cheeks and his forehead as she walked. Her tenderness and sincerity were so real, I found myself barely able to focus on shopping.
Credit goes to the respective owner

"Went to the airport barefoot this morning and it was the best feeling ever. Before the airport, I stopped at Starbucks ...
09/13/2025

"Went to the airport barefoot this morning and it was the best feeling ever. Before the airport, I stopped at Starbucks to grab a coffee real quick in San fransisco before heading to the airport....I got in line behind a homeless man with no shoes on, he had collected enough change to grab a banana and a drink. After getting his drink he spilled a little on the ground and rushed over to grab some napkins to immediately clean up after himself saying 'I would hate for someone to step in this.' The man with no shoes on was worried that someone else with shoes on might step in his mess. I followed him to the back of the store as he was grabbing more napkins and asked him if he owned any shoes. He said 'man, they stole them from me last night, but you know what. I'm not going to complain. That is the life of a homeless man.' Told me to have a nice day and didn't ask me for a thing. I asked what size he wore and he said 11...I told him I'm a 14 but would give him my shoes if he wanted. He didn't even think about it..didn't matter what size. I took my shoes off and gave them to him, and it literally brought him to tears. He followed me out to my car asking several times 'Are you sure you want to give me your shoes?' Here I am with two more pairs in my luggage for a 4 day trip. I am not saying this for a pat on the back...but to bring awareness that there are good people out there who need help. Everyone has a story. At the end of the day I am blessed to have a job where I get free shoes regularly. The look on his face when I gave him my shoes was priceless. He wasn't begging, he didn't even ask me for a single thing. I hope he enjoys the heck out of those comfortable Nike Air Prestos, and somehow finds a way to pay it forward. I hope this also inspires someone reading this to do something nice for someone else today. With all the craziness going on in our country...find a way to make even the smallest difference."
Credit: Bryan Hodgson

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Aria and I saw this man shopping while we were at Walmart this morning. She stopped him to ask if he was Santa. He said ...
09/13/2025

Aria and I saw this man shopping while we were at Walmart this morning. She stopped him to ask if he was Santa. He said yes and wished her a Merry Christmas as he walked by. Her eyes lit up and she got a huge smile on her face and we continued shopping. A few minutes later, he found us in another aisle and asked if we had a couple minutes to talk. It’s Santa, of course we have time to talk!!! He chatted with her a bit…asked her how old she was, her name, what she wanted for Christmas, etc. Then he grabbed some Christmas candy he had put in his basket and gave them to her along with $10 to purchase them. She even had enough extra that she was able to buy a chocolate surprise toy each for her sister and herself, that they’ve been eyeing by the register every time we go!
Dear Santa,
THANK YOU for keeping the Christmas spirit alive, not only for the kids, but for us all!
Credit: Ana-Marie SandovalAria and I saw this man shopping while we were at Walmart this morning. She stopped him to ask if he was Santa. He said yes and wished her a Merry Christmas as he walked by. Her eyes lit up and she got a huge smile on her face and we continued shopping. A few minutes later, he found us in another aisle and asked if we had a couple minutes to talk. It’s Santa, of course we have time to talk!!! He chatted with her a bit…asked her how old she was, her name, what she wanted for Christmas, etc. Then he grabbed some Christmas candy he had put in his basket and gave them to her along with $10 to purchase them. She even had enough extra that she was able to buy a chocolate surprise toy each for her sister and herself, that they’ve been eyeing by the register every time we go!
Dear Santa,
THANK YOU for keeping the Christmas spirit alive, not only for the kids, but for us all!
Credit: Ana-Marie Sandoval

I was in the house with my baby, watching through the window as my 5-year-old waited for the bus. Suddenly, out of nowhe...
09/11/2025

I was in the house with my baby, watching through the window as my 5-year-old waited for the bus. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a black, wolfish-looking dog appeared at the bus stop.

Without thinking, I threw on my boots and sprinted down the street, calling for the dog to come to me. She looked intimidating—thin, scruffy, and a little wild—but as she got closer and her tail started wagging, I realized she wasn’t harmful, just desperate.

She was starving and thirsty, with no collar or tags. I called the pound to report that I had found her and agreed to hold onto her until an owner came forward.

The next day, someone reported her missing. In our tight-knit neighborhood, dogs don’t usually go missing, so I had my concerns. When I arrived at the owner’s house, she was outside—and to my surprise, she barely reacted to seeing her lost dog.

I asked about Mocha’s well-being, and the woman brushed it off, saying she was a "pain" and always ran away. Then, with zero emotion, she admitted they hated the dog.

I didn’t say another word. I turned around, walked away, and Mocha followed me home.

That was 10 years ago. She has never once tried to run away from us. She loves us, and we love her. She’s about 13 now, and our vet says she’s got many good years left.

We didn’t plan to adopt her—but in the end, she rescued us just as much as we rescued her.
Credit to the rightful owner~

At the beginning of the 20th century, a Scottish farmer was walking home when he suddenly heard cries for help coming fr...
09/11/2025

At the beginning of the 20th century, a Scottish farmer was walking home when he suddenly heard cries for help coming from a swamp. Rushing toward the sound, he found a boy trapped in the mire, struggling for his life. The farmer quickly cut a branch, reached out, and pulled the terrified child to safety. The boy, soaked and trembling, thanked his rescuer but insisted he had to return home—his father would be worried.

The next morning, a fine carriage pulled up to the farmer’s humble home. Out stepped a well-dressed gentleman who asked, “Did you save my son’s life yesterday?”

“Yes, I did,” replied the farmer.

“How much do I owe you?” the man asked.

“You owe me nothing,” the farmer said firmly. “I only did what anyone should do.”

But the gentleman insisted. The farmer refused again. Then the gentleman noticed the farmer’s young son standing nearby.

“Is this your boy?” he asked.

“Yes,” the farmer answered proudly.

“Then allow me to repay you another way,” the man said. “Let me take him to London and pay for his education. If he has his father’s character, neither of us will regret this decision.”

Years later, that boy—Alexander Fleming—became the scientist who discovered penicillin.

Not long before World War II, the son of that wealthy gentleman fell gravely ill with pneumonia. His life was saved—not by wealth or status, but by penicillin.

The boy whose life was saved in the swamp had grown into Winston Churchill, the future Prime Minister of Britain.

Perhaps it was this chain of events that Churchill had in mind when he later said:
“What you give will come back to you.”

My son Leif has autism. He’s a picky eater and gets very focused on certain things. For weeks, he talked nonstop about a...
09/11/2025

My son Leif has autism. He’s a picky eater and gets very focused on certain things. For weeks, he talked nonstop about a toy from McDonald’s his friend’s Team Titans Happy Meal.

One day, we decided to go get one. But when we asked, Leif was heartbroken to hear the toys were gone. They had switched to Batman toys, and the Team Titans were no longer available.

I explained Leif’s story to the staff, hoping they might understand. That’s when a kind young woman named TQ stepped in. She asked the manager if she could take apart the display and give Leif the toys he wanted.

It wasn’t easy, but TQ didn’t give up. She spent 15 to 20 minutes working to make sure Leif got those special toys. Watching his joy made my heart full.

Leif has been playing with them for hours. I hope McDonald’s knows how lucky they are to have TQ—a woman who goes beyond her job to spread kindness and care. Her simple act made a big difference to a little boy who needed it most.

Thank you, TQ, at the Speedway, Indiana McDonald’s. Your love touched our hearts.

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