20 People Who Proved That the Kindest Hearts Wear the Strongest Armor

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20 People Who Proved That the Kindest Hearts Wear the Strongest Armor

In a world that often celebrates being tough, some people prove that true strength is found in kindness. These stories show how small acts of compassion can change lives — and remind us that kindness isn’t weakness, it’s the quiet superpower that makes the world a little brighter.

  • I was returning home from visiting a family member who was in hospital. I was waiting for the lifts and saw this woman who was having a meltdown there. People moved away and didn’t want to intervene.
    She managed to make eye contact with me, and a strong impulse made me walk over to her, put my arms around, hug her and console her. It was a while later when she told me that her mom had passed away a week before and that the previous night her sister had been in a major car crash. © Being_grateful / Reddit
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  • A man in a full business suit with a briefcase handed me an umbrella in a torrential rainstorm and wouldn’t take no for an answer. I still had to walk through Times Square to get to the train, and I’m sure he got soaked going wherever he was going.
    A couple of weeks later, I gave the umbrella to a lost girl in my neighborhood when it started to rain, and she didn’t have one. Felt like the universe wanted it to happen. I’ll never forget that man, though. © im_not_bovvered / Reddit
  • When I was maybe 4 or 5 years old, I made friends with another kid in an airport, and he was playing with a couple glued together Lego cars. That kid and I played for like an hour with those things and when it was time to go our separate ways and board the plane, the kid insisted I keep one of the cars. And while I insisted he should keep them, he said it was proof that we were friends.
    And to this day, roughly 20 years later, I still have that car packed up with my childhood mementos box. © givebooks / Reddit
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I had a woman pull over and hand me an umbrella at a bus stop with no shelter as the storm just started. I can't forget it. I try to remember to be more like her. Those umbrellas of hope really help!

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  • On the subway, I noticed a woman crying. Everyone ignored her, but I offered my seat and asked if she was okay. She said her phone was dead, she needed to call her mom, so I handed her mine. After the call, she admitted she was on her way to quit her awful job — the pay was so low it barely covered rent. A few weeks later, she messaged me: she’d quit, found a much better job, and said my small kindness gave her the courage to finally walk away. Crazy how lending a phone can change someone’s life.
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  • My DIL invited me to dinner. Midway through the meal, I excused myself to the restroom. On the way back, a waitress stopped me. She looked distressed.
    “Be careful,” she whispered. “Your daughter-in-law asked me to ignore it, but she was crying at the table. She said she’s afraid you don’t like her.”
    That broke my heart. I realized I had been distant. Not cold—but formal. Like she was a guest in our family instead of family. My DIL was smiling when I sat back down, but her eyes were still a little red.
    I reached across the table, held her hand, and said gently, “You don’t need to worry. You’re already part of this family.” She blinked, then smiled, “That means more than you know.” From that moment on, things changed. We started meeting for coffee and texting more often.
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It's wonderful how far a little kindness can go. Too bad that the current administration values cruelty instead.

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  • So, I’m the boss of a small unisex salon. Nothing fancy, just a cozy little space where we laugh, hustle, and occasionally argue over whose turn it is to refill the water kettle.
    Yesterday, my colleagues surprised me with a birthday party. Balloons, a cake with too many candles (thanks for that), and even a handmade card signed by everyone. They said I’d been “so good to them” and just wanted to “give back the way I give to them.” I smiled. I laughed. I even pretended to be cool about it all.
    But what they don’t know is that it’s the only birthday celebration I’ve had since I was 7, if my memory serves right. I’m not big on celebrations. I never made a fuss about birthdays. Over the years, it just became another day for me. Until yesterday.
    These people I pay to work with me... turned around and gave me something that felt personal. Real. Unexpectedly warm. It wasn’t about the cake. Or the decorations. It was the thought. The quiet gratitude wrapped itself around the room like a hug.
    I’m not even sure how to say thank you in a way that matches what I feel.
    But hey, here’s to unexpected kindness and work families that feel a little like home. 💛 © Hexa_Rose / Reddit
  • One day, not long after graduating college, I was on a back road on my way to visit some friends. I thought I had enough gas to make it to the closest gas station, but I definitely did not. I ended up stuck in the middle of nowhere, minimal cell service, and nobody answering when I could get a call through.
    An older gentleman from a house on the road saw me and offered me some gas so I could make it to the gas station. I offered to bring back money, or a refilled gas container, but he declined. Instead, he told me to pay it forward.
    Almost 20 years later, and I try to pay it forward when I can because this moment still stays with me. © Dear-Living-7867 / Reddit
  • I used to live above my landlord, who was also a chef. One night, he made me a delicious bowl of pasta and sent his 2 little sons to deliver it to me. There was no occasion or anything.
    Pasta was great, and we got our full deposit back when we moved out. He was a good dude. © ***_YEAH_DUDE / Reddit
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  • When my stepson was about 5, his “mother” (who was NEVER there) came by our house to let us know she had no money for Christmas, and therefore she didn’t want her son to come over. My son’s half-sister was in the car, and she had this little stuffed skunk that a friend gave her for Christmas.
    Well, she ran up to my door, crying all the way, and she gave the toy to her brother. I bawled my head off, then found the exact skunk online and bought it for her.
    She was about 8 years old when she did that, and EVERY Christmas I make sure to buy her something very special. I will love her forever for being so selfless and wanting the best for her brother, even when “mom” didn’t care. © danadoozer242 / Reddit
  • I’m a waiter at a small restaurant in my hometown. I usually wait the big tables for events, which include about 10–15 covers per table. One night, there was a particularly large table of about 18, and there was this one older woman at the table who was elegantly dressed whilst everyone else was in casual clothes.
    She looked incredibly defeated because everyone else was ignoring her, so I went up behind her and said to her, “You look gorgeous, honey.” I have never seen a woman become so radiant and joyful in my life. © Otherwise_Acadia_951 / Reddit
  • I once saw a barista pay for a tired nurse’s coffee, thanking her for her hard work. The nurse teared up, saying it was the nicest thing that had happened to her all week. © LivingLavishIy / Reddit
  • It was my first day in the 8th grade. First days of school were almost always half days, so I didn’t bring any lunch money.
    However, due to a teacher’s strike, school was delayed in starting by two weeks. One of the lunch monitors noticed I wasn’t eating and gave me some money to buy my lunch. I still remember it almost 50 years later. © mykindofexcellence / Reddit
  • My dad died suddenly, and a friend cooked a lasagna and left it outside our family home. They didn’t want to disturb us, but knew we wouldn’t be in the frame of mind to cook. © GentlemanMax / Reddit
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My 7th grade year I started off half bald. Six weeks prior I had Brain surgery for an abscess. The neighborhood bully was behind me getting off the bus saying a lot of harsh things in my ear, when i heard him yell f***. A boy had punched him the nose never met just walked up and punched. Two weeks later that same boy came up to me and told me I was his little sister going forward even though I was months older. He is still my best friend and my protective older brother not just to me but my kids!

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I genuinely don't understand this "frame of mind" needed to cook and go to work after a family member dies. My dad died when i was 16, our house burned down, and i missed a day of school because I didnt have any clothes yet but that's it. My fiance died in an accident 10 months ago, we were together 14 years. I got the call while at work, I had to tell the doctor over the phone to stop compressions as he was DNR. (Was in a medical coma a few years ago and never wanted to go through it again, he said it's terrifying.) They called a 10:11 am time of death while I was on phone, my coworkers came up and hugged me, I cried for a minute, they told me to leave. No-what was I going to do at home alone that I couldn't do at work? For the next week I had to make arrangements etc but I did so mostly from work. I cannot figure out what I would have sat at home for? From the second we are born, we are dying. Crying until you throw up and sitting in the dark on your couch for 2 weeks doesn't stop the rest of life.

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Not everyone can even concentrate on work when they're freshly grieving. Some use work to keep their minds occupied and some don't have that ability. Everyone grieves their own way.

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Jessica- it does stop the world for some people. If we all were affected by loss (or love) the same-- we wouldn't be us. Having someone reach out a helping hand, in any capacity, at any time-- is what we need more of in this world.

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Shalsee, thank you for having grace and empathy. Reading through these heartfelt stories to come upon a negative was dissapointing. As humans we all need to practice kindness more often.

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It's not blaming it on autism. It's a reality for those who are not intuitive and compassionate. Like me. I am intuitive and compassionate when someone is in front of me clearly in distress. I can see immediately what I need to do to help, and I do it. But if somebody dies, well, that's it. They're gone. Life goes on. Honestly, I get more upset over one of my animals dying because clearly, something I did was inadequate and insufficient or they wouldn't have died

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I'm so sorry you've had to go through so much, and have had to be so strong. I pray your life is blessed. Not everyone can be that way.

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You've demonstrated a lot of stench and courage. However, that is you. They're is no need to be critical of how another person chooses to/ need to grieve. Moving forward, please be mindful of how others feel not busy within your limited perspective. Kindness still matters

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Humans have a spectrum. Lets use flowers. Some people, like you are dandelions. You are not delicate. You can flourish on your own with no care, sure you won't bloom as vividly as if you were given care, but your just fine. To put it plain, your nervous system is not super sensitive, that's not good or bad. It's just different. You were born that way. A strong resiliant Dandelion. Bright and beautiful.

Some people are orchids. Orchids are delicate. They cannot be left to just grow on their own or the leaves will wither and the flower won't bloom. It needs a lot of fertilizer and care. If you neglect it, it will die. To put it plain, their nervous system is wired to be extremely sensitive (its called sensory processing sensitivity), 20% of the population havr sensory processing sensitivity and even that is a spectrum.

You with your unshakable strength is amazing to someone like me. How you can roll with the punches and carry on. I myself wish I were more like that, but I'm sensitive. I feel everything. I will even feel your emotions for you, then get sick from it. I have to work hard to not to with people.

Imagine for a minute several layers of your skin was removed and you could feel in detail everything touching you, and it often hurts. That's how it is for people like me.

You my friend, have beautifully thick skin and I for one am happy for you. This lack of sensitivity can blind you to other people's experiences. You judge the world as if you are the standard, but you're not. You're just a common variation of human, no better or worse than someone who cries until they throw up. You're just.. different.

What isn't good is lacking empathy. If you can't manage empathy, then at least compassion. If you cannot even show compassion... then
im sorry someone destroyed your spirit,

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Grief is a process different for everyone in every situation. Sometimes it takes time and sometimes it's almost immediate. I'm 67 and some 59 yrs after the death of my grandfather I still weep. The best thing I've done is occasionally get out his tools and work with them rather than the new stuff. It's very fulfilling

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Jessica your work ethic and drive are incredible. I operate much the same way, when horrendous (often also considered traumatic) events happen, I prefer to work and cook and just keep going as well. But I also understand that I, and you, have been through much more in life than the average person so I (& likely you) process these events differently. There is nothing wrong with this. However I've had to learn that just because other people have not survived what I have, doesn't mean their feelings, reactions or processing are wrong. They're just different. It's normal for most of us to stop our own world because of a major incident that radically changes what our lives will look like going forward. But just because it's normal doesn't mean it's for everyone. We respect each other's processes - so long as they don't involve hate or violence.

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It sounds to me like you learned somewhere along the line that grieving is a sign of weakness. I too kind of felt like you did when I lost my brother when I was 11, Mother and Father at 34 & 35 and husband and 43. When I lost 1 son in January and another in March, that all changed. Now I know grief as intimately as I know my own face. I do my best to keep going, but often times find myself crying until I throw up...and the ANGER, don't even get me started on the anger.

So, I hope that while you don't understand it, I hope you have compassion for those of us going thru it. I will also pray that all your grief doesn't come crashing down on you all at once sometime in the future. I pray you meet your end never experiencing that!

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Michele, I can’t even imagine how you got through all that loss. My heart goes out to you. I lost my younger brother in April and I still cry a bit every day. I was always like a second mother to him. I know the anger too. I’m sending you hugs and praying for strength for you. Please be kind to yourself and allow yourself to grieve.

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Darling I'm sorry you're so miserable. I'm sorry that you can't allow yourself to feel right now. Whenever grief catches up or you can't be anything but alone with your thoughts because there really isn't any pressing thing to do, you may utterly crash. Or you may not realize that you crash every time you criticize the way others grieve portraying superiority to vulnerability and outward expressions of emotion and feelings. I was raised not to even shed a tear about ANYTHING. Your story is very similar to mine in some ways, so I believe I can chime in and tell you that your emotions are stone. And if you want to live a longer and fuller life you are going to have to "thaw". I'm so sorry that all these life trials and tragedies came up on you. It wasn't fair to you. But it doesn't mean that you have to be unfair to yourself. Feeeeel . Please feel before it's too late and you're left wishing you did. And not that guarded feeling. It can be heard all in your comment. I can hear the pain you have carried all these years. I'm sorry for your heartbreak and heartache that you had to beast mode through just to keep standing and moving. It has been so unfair to you. I pray you open up and let all the dirt that's been thrown on you, be the fertilizer that helps you grow more beautifully. You deserve it! Your heart deserves it. We don't just exist to die. We live to experience life and let life experience US! God Bless you as you continue to navigate the life you choose to live. Hugs

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You know, I really hate it when people talk like that to me. As if I'm broken because I don't weep and wail and toss ashes on my head to show everybody how much I'm grieving.

I'm autistic. That means pretty much what you see is what you get. If I'm looking at you with a blank face, that's because there's a dial tone behind my eyes. If I look sad, it doesn't mean I'm happy. Normal people are really weird that way. They smile with something is not funny, they frown when something is funny, their faces never seem to match their internal reality.

I don't grieve when people die. Life ends. The Story is over, the book closes.

Making a big drama over how sad you are because somebody died, that's just selfishness and performative. It doesn't benefit the person who died, they're gone.

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I think we're soul sisters. There is nothing wrong with being rational and logical. It is what it is, move forward. The social contract is regularly upset by my behavior and reactions. People are generally uncomfortable talking about death, even though that's the bargain- a death for a life. I offend people pretty often just asking questions that are pure curiosity. I'm not judging or unapproving, I'm genuinely curious of other people's motives and rationale. The only thing we're promised at birth is death. People don't generally care to hear my views because I turn to logic over emotion. Weird for a vagina owner. Life goes on, keep living till your bill comes due. When life sucks I throw myself into my work, cuz it has rules and makes sense and I find that calming like a ballast in a storm

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Perhaps it shows that you are not as heartless as you sound here. If it works for you though, we have no right to judge. I do hope however that when you go, the people who may grieve the loss find a little more compassion.

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  • During my first programming competition, I was extremely nervous and quiet as I was the only first-year student, and everyone seemed to know each other. This girl from the third year suddenly introduced herself and offered to shake hands, then started a casual conversation with me.
    Then she proceeded to basically never make me feel unsafe and lonely by being by my side all throughout the day til night. Sweetest and kindest person I have ever met. I wish her nothing but success. © Unknown author / Reddit
  • One time, when I was 17, I fell asleep crying with my head on a friend’s lap. She didn’t want to wake me, so she just let me sleep for over 2 hours, never moving an inch, without eating or making a sound. She is still my friend to this day. © _Fioura_ / Reddit
  • I was in line at a coffee shop when the woman in front of me kept swiping her card, and it got declined every time. She looked mortified and quietly told the cashier she’d just started a new job but her first paycheck hadn’t hit yet. You could see the panic in her eyes. I told the cashier to add her drink to mine. She looked like she might cry and just whispered, “Thank you.” I thought that was the end of it. A week later I stopped by the same café, and the barista handed me a free latte with a sticky note attached: “From the woman you helped.”
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  • I was having a rough day; the kids were both sick and extremely whiny. I realized we’re out of milk or something I couldn’t wait for, and so off to Target I went with both kids in tow.
    We’re standing in line, they’re both whining and crying, and they’re causing a fuss. I have nothing with me because I just ran to get the one item I needed. I’m having a hard time with them but keeping myself together because we’re in public, and I don’t want to be “that guy.”
    A lady taps me on the shoulder and says, “Hey, I see they’re giving you a hard time. I have some snacks; would it be okay to give them something?” I said sure; they each picked something from her bag and cooperated enough that I could get rung up and out the door.
    I saw her in the parking lot, and I said, “Thank you very much; I really appreciate it.” She just said to me, “No problem, we’ve all had days like that. You’re doing awesome.” © jimtow28 / Reddit
  • I lost my wallet in a taxi during a layover in Chicago. Had no cards, nothing.
    A guy saw me panicking and asked what was wrong. I told him. He handed me $100 and said, “Just pay it forward someday.” I flew home on that money.
    Two years later, I saw him on the subway in my city. I said, “You helped me once.” He smiled and said, “You looked like someone I knew. Maybe I was just returning the favor.”
    I never saw him again.
  • I was around 19 years old, in my first year of community college. My dad had lost his job, and my mom was supporting our entire family. We had been struggling for a while.
    I remember being in my night class one day, starving. I figured there’d be no dinner, so I told myself I’d go straight to bed when I got home and not think about being hungry.
    When I got home after class, there was a giant box of pizza on the kitchen counter. Apparently, one of our neighbors had bought it for us because my dad had fixed part of her fence a few months back. I think it stuck with me because:
    A. I was so hungry, and
    B. The chances of her bringing food that night, of all nights, felt insane to me.
    It might sound stupid, but I’ll never forget it. © melimelsx / Reddit
  • I had a stroke a couple of years ago. I was in the midst of depression and confusion. My insurance company would routinely strand me after doctor visits.
    After one doctor visit, I waited 9 hours for them to pick me up until my phone was dead. I was lucky to find an all-night ready care across the street. I was absolutely out of my mind without a way to get home, 30 miles away.
    The doctor and staff actually paid for my ride home and fed me pizza and water. I still send them presents every year since then. © SlimChiply / Reddit

These stories remind us that no matter how tough life gets, a single act of kindness can change everything — and that’s something worth believing in.

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I remember the day I had to put my dear treasured sweetest cat ever down. I went to the liquor store after, and the cashier asked how I was doing. I broke. The week before, my best friend was killed by a drunk driver, and a coworker passed away from terminal cancer. My cat sat with me through it all. Kids, moving, bad relationship, etc. I started bawling. The guy behind me starts sobbing. He just lost his dad and sister to cancer, and had to put his dog down the day before. Coincidently, he lived 2 streets over from me. We sat up together that night, comforting each other in our darkest hours. He bevame an amazing friend, and his wife is the sweetest person ever. Although I moved out of the area, thier kindness never left me. Thanks Roy and Missy, ypu are always in my heart.

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A few years ago I had constant panic attacks and was pretty much unable to do basic tasks like run errands, cook, or take showers. After about a year of therapy and such I started to feel a bit more brave and I drove myself to an apartment within our city. It went well and so I decided to swing by a store to grab some things on the way home. Unfortunately, midway through my shopping I felt a panic attack coming on. I rushed through the rest and made it to the car and started home. That was a mistake because I didn't make it far before I was in such a state I would have likely caused an accident because my vision was so blurry and my heart was pounding out of my chest. I pulled over into a parking lot randomly and saw a building (was some kind of corporate office or something). I went inside looking like I just escaped the zombie apocalypse and this receptionist greeted me and asked if all was okay. I told her what was up and she and another lady in the back gave me water, a blanket and we just hung out in the lobby for hours until I could calm down. Even the security guards and other employees were very kind to me whenever they passed by. Eventually, when I got my brain back, I got an Uber and got a lift back home. The employees said they'd ensure that my car stayed safe until the next day for me to come and pick it up. It was indeed untouched and there the next day. Sadly the office was closed so I couldn't go in to say further thanks. I'll never forget how kind they were to me and I kept one of the water bottles as a reminder.

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This happened a few years ago as I was crossing the road after a team dinner in downtown. It was in December and the snow wasn't deep but I do live in a very cold place so it can get cold fast. I'm usually an overthinker as well and tend to analyse situations before acting to make sure I don't make mistakes. As I was crossing the road I see an older drunk guy with a walker laying on the ground on his back and feet kind of up. We have a lot of drunk homeless people in downtown as well sadly. He fell,and due to the ground having small layers of frozen snow (not ice) he couldn't get up and looked like a turtle. Surprisingly for me,I went straight to him and started trying to help him get up,he also dropped 1 shoe. He wasn't big but a bit heavy for me so another man helped me lift him up and we both helped him walk inside the bus shelter. The guy who helped me though literally asked me for change and as soon as I denied he just left. Kind of upsetting especially since the drunk guy was from the same ethnic background and we have a lot of people from that background in my city. Anyways this guy could barely speak,I crouched so we can be eye level while he was sitting on the bench and tried to figure out where he needed to go. He was slurring his words so it was hard to understand,I put his shoe back on for him,was kind of feeling frazzled as I didn't know who to call because I was also waiting for my bus and didn't want to leave him alone. He also peed himself while on the bench,I stayed with him the whole time trying to figure out who to call. Thankfully,I mean it wasn't optimal but something happened in the building behind the bus stop and police was called. When they came I did stop one officer to ask him if he can help this man get home. He went to talk to him just before my bus came so I had just enough time to warn him that the man might be wet due to the pee and then left. It doesn't sound like much but I was proud of myself for actually helping him and staying with him. As someone who always overthinker situations,I end up wanting to help but not being able to because the moment has passed but in this case,it was obvious no one was going to be helping the poor guy because people were standing and watching before I even approached him,or maybe they were like me,overthinking.

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I was shopping at a grocery store. I had gathered everything I needed, and went to check out. There was a man in front of me who had milk, eggs, baby food, and a few other essential items. The total amount of his purchase was less than $10. He swiped his EBT card. He didn't have enough to pay for the items he obviously needed.

I saw panic, and I told the cashier I would pay, and we would continue his shopping. He said, "You can't do that!" I told him that I could, and he couldn't stop me. We left the line and went back into the store. He chose enough to provide his family with two or three days enough for family meals. He had a toddler, so I put some cereal, Mac and cheese, and a few other things that I knew he would enjoy, as well as a couple of toys.

The total amount in his cart is really irrelevant to this memory, but he was overjoyed. I gave him my name and phone number, and he promised to call me if he needed help again.

When I had paid for my food and was leaving the store he was waiting at the door. He asked me if he could put my groceries into my car, and I told him that would be very helpful. When he finished he asked me if he could give me a hug. I opened my arms, and he hugged me tightly.

I was about 50 years old when this happened. I'm 73 now, and I will never forget the absolute joy I felt.

He never contacted me for help. I hope it was because he didn't need it.

Thank you for allowing me to share this with you.

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