20 Kind Stories That Can Make You Cry With Delight

There are days when everything goes wrong. The cat starts yelling in the middle of the night, an old lady criticizes you in the street, or your boss finds any way to insult you. At these moments, only goodies and kind stories can help us understand that everything will be fine.

• My baby son spent too much time outdoors and had a tantrum in the supermarket. I barely put the groceries on the conveyor belt, pushing the stroller and trying to hold my wriggling son at the same time. And I was about to burst into tears myself.
  Then a woman came up to me. I braced myself, thinking she would start scolding me, but she said, "Let me help you." All I could do was just whispering, "Yes." She calmly put the paid groceries into the stroller and rolled it out of the supermarket, even offered to roll it to my house so that I could carry my son in my arms.
  To my feeble attempts to thank her, she only said, "We're all mothers, and we all know how hard it can be sometimes." If you are reading this, thank you again! © Mamdarinka / VK
• When I was a child, a dentist got me really scared. She yelled at me and at my mum. After that, I was terrified of dentists until I was 25. But at one point, I really had to go.
  So, I walk into their office, and I'm overwhelmed. I'm shaking, I'm crying. My face is all red, I'm scared and embarrassed, but I can't stop.
  The doctor looked at me and suddenly started talking to me, joking and so on. In the end, my 2 teeth were treated, and I stopped being afraid of dentists. © Mamdarinka / VK

• Once I was sitting with my wife in a cool dumpling shop, we were eating delicious food after a long walk around the city. A woman with 3 small children sat at the table next to us. It was clear from their conversation that she wanted to treat her kids, but didn't have enough money. Something like "one dessert for everyone," "this dish is expensive, don't take it," and so on.
  We were just about to leave. I told my wife that I needed to go to the toilet, and went to the cash desk, asked to bring this woman and her children the dishes they had discussed but had not ordered, and paid for their table in full. I didn't tell my wife about it, I didn't tell anyone at all. For some reason, I feel shy about it. © Unknown author / Pikabu
• When I was a kid, we didn't have a lot of money, so we often shopped at thrift stores. What I loved about that was that you could get 10 books for a dollar, so I would plant myself in front of the book section and make piles of which one I wanted to get, and then decided after I'd gone through them all.
  One day, an older lady saw me sitting with my piles and asked if I liked to read. I told her I did and showed her a few of the books I found that I liked. She smiled and then pulled a dollar out of her purse, handed it to me and said, "Promise me that you'll keep reading." I was so happy and immediately stood up and said that I would. She smiled and walked away, and I went back to my piles, able to pick out an extra 10 books to take home.
  It was just a small act of kindness for her, but for me having a random stranger encourage my love of reading and making me promise to never stop, definitely had a lot to do with my continued love of reading. This was probably 22–23 years ago, but I still think of her whenever I buy a new book. © -eDgAR- / Reddit

• My son did classical ballroom dancing for 6 years, then stopped. It's an expensive sport. My wife put up for sale some of his clothes, all in excellent condition, for the price 10 times cheaper than new costumes.
  A woman wrote to us, bought the clothes, and we mailed everything to her. And then she sent a photo of her son dancing and thanked us. My wife talked to her, and it turned out that the family was quite poor, but the son got interested in dancing. As a result, we sent them everything we had: clothes and shoes. Free of charge.
  We still correspond sometimes: the boy is practicing, she sends photos from competitions, asks for advice on coaches. We didn't need these clothes anyway, but it gives the boy an opportunity to do what he loves. © itscookies / Pikabu
• I was pregnant when the baby's father said he'd changed his mind. I had no money, nor did I have any baby stuff. On that note, I went to the maternity ward. I gave birth. So, I'm sitting there wondering what to do.
  And the nurses said, "Give your baby for adoption. The girl is beautiful, healthy. We already have people who want to adopt her!" I was shocked! I grabbed my daughter and went home. I opened the door to my flat, and it was full of different stuff!
  It turned out that while I was in the maternity hospital for 4 days, my friend made a call to her friends and acquaintances, and they gave me a lot of things from bottles to winter overalls for the baby. All things were new, branded, with tags or just not worn.
  A week later, the social services came to check on me because I am an unemployed single mother, and I had everything, from furniture and pacifiers to clothes. I almost immediately found a remote part-time job (I'm an accountant), and have been fine since then. But I made a promise to myself then to never sell any children's stuff, only to give it away for free. © Gkarinaa / Pikabu

• I was working for a kind of well-off family during a summer. I went inside to get a drink and the mom was cleaning the kitchen putting things away and such. She picks up a MacBook and says to me, "Hey, do you want this? No one uses it." Got a brand-new MacBook for college. © kingJoffi / Reddit
• I bought 2 bags of groceries with my 13-year-old niece and called a taxi. I loaded the food into the car, asked my niece to stand next to it, promised the taxi driver I'd pay extra for waiting, and ran to the bakery. I came out: no taxi, no bags, my niece is standing there crying. It was so upsetting!
  I opened the app, preparing to call support and make a scandal, and then received a call from the driver. He said, "I got lost in my thoughts and departed. I realized I'd screwed up when I turned round and there were bags without passengers in the back." He came back for us and drove us home. I extra tipped him for his honesty. © HappyTernovnik / Pikabu
• In 1995, I was in 3rd grade. I remember we went on an excursion to the TV tower. There was a rotating cafe at the top of it: you sit there, it rotates, and you get a 360-degree view.
  Recently, my classmates sent me a video of this very excursion. I watched it, and remembered our class teacher with warmth. This is what happened.
  All children's parents gave them money for ice cream, but my parents didn't because we didn't have any. Everyone bought ice cream in this cafe. They were eating it, and I just was sitting and looking at my classmates, and couldn't understand why I didn't get ice cream. After about 5–7 minutes, our teacher came up to me and brought me ice cream.
  I thought at the time that it was included in the cost of the field trip... The most interesting thing is that she didn't say anything to my mom and didn't ask for the money for this ice cream, though as a teacher, she probably couldn't afford to buy ice cream for all her students. And I am very grateful to her for this. © renatsharafiev / Pikabu

• When I was 4–5 years old, my parents who were both students took me to the sea - my father's distant relatives lived there. And every day we walked down to the bus along the vineyard. I think it was September.
  On the fifth day, a watchman came out to us and brought us 6 pounds of white and red grapes. He said, "You walk by with hungry eyes every day." That was the first time I ate grapes in my life. © Vor4un73 / Pikabu
• I have a friend who was born in 1968. When he was 6–7 years old, he met a boy named Vincent in the street and brought him home. During dinner, it turned out that the boy was an orphanage kid and ran off for a walk. At that time, it wasn't considered something out of the ordinary.
  My friend's father was a taxi driver and earned well. Without even talking to the family, he went to the director of the orphanage and agreed that the child would live with them without an official adoption. So they began to raise Vincent, who soon began to call the head of the family Dad.
  When the boy grew up, they bought him a house next to their own, got him a decent job, and then married him. So Vincent had a real family in every meaning of this word. © Navseplevat / Pikabu
• My grandmother's sister went to the zoo for the first time at the age of 75. She said that at first she was ashamed because the zoo was only for children, in her opinion. What if some kid didn't get a ticket because of her? So she decided to clarify this question.
  The zoo staff assured the grandmother that no child would suffer from her visit - they would accept all of them. She liked it so much that she even organized her friends, saying that it is very interesting there, you can walk around, look at the animals, and she knows for sure that old people are allowed there, and there is a discount on tickets in the morning. © tikorotaro / Pikabu

• I was giving away an old fur coat. And suddenly a woman texted me, "I would wear it! But I live far away." It turned out that she had recently divorced, and her husband didn't give her her clothes.
  I asked the size, and she had just the one that I had before I gained weight. And I had a lot of new clothes of that size because I'd bought them as a motivation to lose weight, but it did not help. Well, I put them all in a huge box and sent to her at my expense.
  And in response, I received so much joy and gratitude! She texted and called, "Everything is great, everything fits. Thank you very much! I've never had such beautiful clothes!" I'm writing now and smiling. It felt so good to help her! © JenkaSad / Pikabu
• When my son was in fifth grade, his teacher sent me an email to tell me what had happened in class that day. Logan, an awkward boy with few friends, had delivered birthday party invitations to everyone in class the day before, and during free time he stood up and loudly asked who was coming to his party. His question was met with dead silence.
  My son Cole then announced, “I’m coming, Logan! I’ll be there.” Later on, several other well-liked boys followed Cole’s lead and also agreed to go. His teacher said she had to hide her tears when Cole spoke up, because she could see the relief and joy on Logan’s face. Sometimes it just takes one kid to make a difference, and that day I’m glad it was mine. © Teresa Mayfield / Quora
• I found a huge Doberman outside one winter night. I had to take him home. Our Siamese cat was not happy about it. This little cheeky cat refused to share the flat with any dog, so we did everything we could to find the Doberman's owners for 3 months - through the Internet and even with newspaper ads.
  Then we found a family who agreed to adopt the dog, because our cat didn't accept him. But, perhaps, this story began in Christmastime for a reason. It continued according to all the laws of the genre: like a Christmas fairy tale.
  In May, some man was lighting a fire with a newspaper and read the headline, "A dog was found." After looking at the text, he shouted to his friend, "Listen, it's your Doberman, that's right!" The friend dropped the piece of meat and they immediately called me. The poor dog got almost torn in half with delight when he saw his owner, and at the same time he was sorry to part with his new family. Eventually, the first owners gave a puppy to the "foster" family. © Auntie Nyura / ADME

• About 30 years ago, I came to a small town. I went to a grocery store. While I was looking at shelves, I noticed a poorly dressed boy of about 11–12 years old. He kept checking out one item after another, but he clearly didn't have enough money to buy them. The sales assistant told me that the boy and his younger siblings don't have parents, and the older brother wants to please the kids with something tasty. But he can't afford it.
  Eventually, the kid picked a small watermelon, but it cost more than he had. He threw the watermelon back in rage and despair, and swore, holding back angry tears. I quietly pulled him aside and gave him some money so he could buy something. He incredulously asked why I was doing this. He was afraid of pity and didn't know how to "pay back" later.
  I told him the truth, "There was a moment in my life when a stranger helped me in the same way. And this is how I repay my debt. Someday you will be able to help someone else in the same way." The boy looked at me carefully and nodded seriously. Hopefully this story had at least diminished his hatred to the imperfections of this world. © Tinatanda / Pikabu
• I once dropped an earring into the fridge with cheese in a supermarket. A sales assistant said that this fridge can't be disassembled, so it's impossible to take my earring out. It was very sad to know where your thing was without being able to retrieve it.
  About 6 months later, I saw a team of workers in the supermarket, who were fixing a neighboring refrigerator. I came up to them and asked if it was possible to unscrew the fridge and take the earring out? They said that if the manager allows it, they will unscrew it and take it out.
  I found the manager, and she, after listening to my story, took out all the cheese from the fridge herself, removed some cover and took out my earring! I thanked her with some yummy treats. © Fassol / ADME

• My husband and I got married when we were still students, and we didn't even have money for a stroller for the baby. We studied in the daytime, and my husband worked as a loader at night to pay rent and for all other expenses. Our parents earned well, but we had never asked them for anything.
  Only once we asked them for a stroller for our baby girl. They refused. They said that if we were old enough to have a baby, we would earn money for a stroller ourselves. My husband took more night shifts, worked for weeks without a day off. And on the day when we were already planning to go to buy a stroller, he broke his leg.
  We decided to save this money, because he could not work as a loader for at least another month, and we had to live on something. And in the evening, our classmates called and said they'd come to visit us (they didn't know that my husband had broken his leg). I baked a cake, made some tea. And then our whole class came in, and they brought the most beautiful pink stroller which I could never dream of!
  I cried with happiness and gratitude. And in 2 months, I gave birth to our daughter, and the stroller served us faithfully for 3 years. We graduated from university, my husband opened his own business. Things went just fine. And on our girl's fifth birthday, we gathered all our former classmates and paid for a trip to the islands. And our parents only resented us for not taking them to the sea. © Chamber 6 / VK

• My mom always said that good wins over evil and that good comes back. But I didn't see it in my life: the mean and sometimes evil guys in my class were always popular among girls. Manipulative students at university managed to get good grades. And at work, the cheerful sycophant is the boss's favorite, and for the last 5 years I had to work for both myself and him.
  But 3 days ago, my neighbor, an old lady, died. She had been lying down for the last few years, and she was fully cared for by social workers. Except that they didn't walk her dog, so I was doing this. And it turned out that the neighbor left her dog to me, and $70 thousand that were in her account in addition to it.
  For me in our small town, it's just an incredibly huge amount! I decided to move with the dog to a big city. And at the age of 27, I felt for the first time that my mum was right: everything good comes back to us like a boomerang. © Chamber 6 / VK
• I went for a walk with my 2-month-old baby, sat down on a bench next to the playground and fell asleep. I wake up in panic, and a woman in her forties is sitting next to me and quietly rocking my stroller.
  I'm getting ready to hear reproaches, but she smiled at me and said, "My eldest used to scream non-stop for 24 hours. Once I fell asleep and slept for almost an hour without hearing anything, he even went hoarse during that time. After that I realized that there will always be dust and my rest is more important than anything else. Don't worry, you only slept for 20 minutes. Your baby woke up, and I started rocking them so they wouldn't wake you up crying. Have a good night."
  She called her daughter and they left. I'm so grateful that there are such good people. © Mamdarinka / VK

And here's another bunch of real-life stories of kindness that are like honey to people's souls.