{"id":15856,"date":"2025-03-14T02:04:14","date_gmt":"2025-03-14T02:04:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.aboutlife.press\/?p=15856"},"modified":"2025-03-14T02:04:14","modified_gmt":"2025-03-14T02:04:14","slug":"10-people-who-did-something-so-kind-it-belongs-in-a-film","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.aboutlife.press\/?p=15856","title":{"rendered":"10 People Who Did Something So Kind It Belongs in a Film"},"content":{"rendered":"

Story 1:\u00a0<\/strong><\/h2>\n

I\u00a0was 18\u00a0and had just moved to\u00a0NYC by\u00a0myself, trying to\u00a0adjust to\u00a0the lifestyle there (having come from a\u00a0small town in\u00a0the South). It\u00a0was my\u00a0first time using the train, and\u00a0I had no\u00a0idea how to\u00a0buy a\u00a0MetroCard.<\/p>\n

So\u00a0I\u2019m standing there at\u00a0the only working machine, with a\u00a0line of\u00a0people behind\u00a0me, trying to\u00a0buy a\u00a0card. I\u00a0was a\u00a0little frantic because\u00a0I knew people were waiting. People in\u00a0the line started yelling at\u00a0me\u00a0to\u00a0\u201cHurry\u00a0up!\u201d<\/strong>\u00a0and\u00a0\u201cWhat, are you dumb?\u201d<\/strong>\u00a0I\u00a0started to\u00a0get teary-eyed, which made me\u00a0even more frantic.<\/p>\n

Then, this guy stepped out of\u00a0the line and told everyone to\u00a0chill out. He\u00a0came\u00a0up, showed me\u00a0step by\u00a0step what to\u00a0do, and paid for a\u00a012-ride card for\u00a0me. He\u00a0patted me\u00a0on\u00a0the back and told\u00a0me,\u00a0\u201cNext time someone yells at\u00a0you, yell back, and they\u2019ll leave you alone.\u201d<\/strong>\u00a0In\u00a0that moment, I\u00a0didn\u2019t feel so\u00a0alone.<\/p>\n

Story 2:<\/h1>\n
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When I\u00a0was about 12\u00a0years old, I\u00a0went to\u00a0a\u00a0bookstore with my\u00a0cousins. We\u00a0bought a\u00a0few books and then went outside and started reading them. We\u00a0were all getting stared down by\u00a0this old man, but after about 10\u00a0minutes of\u00a0him staring at\u00a0us, he\u00a0got up\u00a0from the bench and went inside the bookstore.<\/p>\n

So\u00a0the third person to\u00a0stop was an\u00a0undercover officer. Really nice guy\u2014he helped me\u00a0push my\u00a0car towards the grass and brainstormed ideas for the situation because he\u00a0didn\u2019t want to\u00a0leave me\u00a0there.<\/p>\n

Well, as\u00a0the cop and\u00a0I were talking, car number one pulls\u00a0up, gets out, and hands me\u00a0a\u00a0full 10-gallon gas can. I\u00a0profusely thanked the guy, even offered to\u00a0get his number so\u00a0I could pay him back. He\u00a0refused, just said it\u00a0was really no\u00a0problem.
I\u00a0didn\u2019t ask this guy to\u00a0spend his money on\u00a0gas for\u00a0me, but he\u00a0did anyway, and I\u2019m thankful he\u00a0did. Too bad I\u2019ll never get a\u00a0chance to\u00a0pay him back.<\/p>\n

Story 3:\u00a0<\/strong><\/h2>\n

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Story 4:\u00a0<\/strong><\/h2>\n

A\u00a0few years back, I\u00a0ran out of\u00a0gas on\u00a0my\u00a0way home from work. I\u00a0managed to\u00a0get my\u00a0car to\u00a0the median, so\u00a0I wasn\u2019t totally blocking traffic. I\u00a0was stuck at\u00a0this point\u2014no one\u00a0I could call and no\u00a0money. I\u00a0had three people stop and help\u00a0me.<\/p>\n

The first guy asked what was wrong, if\u00a0I was okay, and if\u00a0I had any money on\u00a0me\u00a0for gas, etc. I\u00a0told him my\u00a0car was out of\u00a0gas, I\u00a0had no\u00a0way of\u00a0getting to\u00a0a\u00a0gas station, and\u00a0I showed him my\u00a0check that\u00a0I had yet to\u00a0cash, so\u00a0I had no\u00a0money. He\u00a0left, and car two showed\u00a0up.<\/p>\n

Car two\u2014I chatted with her for a\u00a0bit, but she said she couldn\u2019t really help me\u00a0out, which is\u00a0all good.<\/p>\n

Story 5:\u00a0<\/strong><\/h2>\n

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Story 6:\u00a0<\/strong><\/h2>\n
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It\u00a0was Christmastime, and\u00a0I worked in\u00a0a\u00a0toy store in\u00a0a\u00a0mall. A\u00a0teenage girl came in\u00a0wearing a\u00a0T-shirt with the logo of\u00a0my\u00a0favorite video game on\u00a0it. I\u00a0complimented her shirt and asked her where she had gotten it\u00a0because\u00a0I had never been able to\u00a0find that video game on\u00a0a\u00a0women\u2019s shirt\u2014only men\u2019s. She told me\u00a0where she got\u00a0it, and then she left.I\u00a0went into the break room to\u00a0tell my\u00a0boyfriend to\u00a0buy it\u00a0for me\u00a0for Christmas, and when\u00a0I came out, she was waiting for\u00a0me. She handed me\u00a0a\u00a0bag and said,\u00a0\u201cMerry Christmas! I\u00a0hope\u00a0I got the size right,\u201d<\/strong>\u00a0then left. She had gone out and bought me\u00a0the shirt, and it\u00a0was the sweetest thing ever.<\/p>\n

Story 7:\u00a0<\/strong><\/h2>\n

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Story 8:<\/strong><\/h2>\n

I\u00a0was on\u00a0a\u00a0date, and he\u00a0was so\u00a0sweet. When the bill came, the waitress looked at\u00a0him and said,\u00a0\u201cSir, your card was declined.\u201d<\/strong>\u00a0He\u00a0turned pale. I\u00a0smiled and paid.<\/p>\n

As\u00a0we\u00a0left, the waitress grabbed my\u00a0arm and whispered,\u00a0\u201cI\u00a0lied.\u201d<\/strong>\u00a0Then she slipped the receipt into my\u00a0hand. I\u00a0turned it\u00a0over\u2014and in\u00a0frantic handwriting, there were 2\u00a0words:\u00a0\u201cGoogle him.\u201d\u00a0<\/strong>The moment\u00a0I got home, I\u00a0searched his name\u2014and my\u00a0blood ran cold. He\u00a0was a\u00a0fraud.Apparently, he\u00a0had a\u00a0pattern: he\u00a0would date women, gain their trust, and then start stealing from them. He\u00a0had been in\u00a0prison multiple times for theft, mainly from his previous jobs. One of\u00a0his ex-girlfriends had even written blog posts detailing every step of\u00a0their relationship, including how they met\u2014and it\u00a0was eerily similar to\u00a0how he\u00a0had approached\u00a0me.<\/p>\n

I\u00a0couldn\u2019t be\u00a0more grateful to\u00a0that waitress. Her courage, kindness, and quick thinking saved me\u00a0from something terrible. I\u00a0realized she had staged the declined card incident just to\u00a0have an\u00a0excuse to\u00a0slip me\u00a0that message.<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t just serve a\u00a0meal that night. She served a\u00a0warning.<\/p>\n

Story 9:<\/strong><\/h2>\n

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Story 10:<\/strong><\/h2>\n

I\u00a0was a\u00a0freshman, and it\u00a0rained like crazy on\u00a0my\u00a0way home from school. I\u00a0forgot my\u00a0umbrella and decided to\u00a0walk through\u00a0it.<\/p>\n

This old woman, probably in\u00a0her 60s, walked up\u00a0to\u00a0me\u00a0and shared her umbrella with\u00a0me. She walked with me\u00a0until\u00a0I got home, sharing some life lessons along the way. It\u00a0was around a\u00a010-minute walk. I\u00a0wish\u00a0I could see her again and thank her.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Story 1:\u00a0 I\u00a0was 18\u00a0and had just moved to\u00a0NYC by\u00a0myself, trying to\u00a0adjust to\u00a0the lifestyle there (having come from a\u00a0small town in\u00a0the South). It\u00a0was my\u00a0first time using the train,… <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":15857,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15856","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t