I was having a really bad day, but I had to go to the store anyway. How ever I dropped my scarf and didn’t know where it was. It was my favorite scarf and I was really upset. I almost started crying again. But when I got out to the car there it was. Someone had found it and put it on the mirror of the car. I was so happy. I’ll never know who did it. But thank you for not just leaving it, or taking it. You really made my day!
On New Year’s Day, I was doing a long road trip alone and pulled up at a rest stop in a very small country town to have a break. Behind me, a police car arrived with flashing lights and sirens. It turned out that I had an unpaid traffic fine due to an ongoing issue with my bank account app; I honestly thought I’d paid it, however my licence had been suspended without my knowledge. I panicked, as the fines are huge, and I was at least a day’s drive from anyone I knew. I couldn’t drive, and it was going to be a very hot 36 degrees Celsius, and sleeping in the car would not be fun. I couldn’t even pay the fine online, as there was very limited internet access, and the offices wouldn’t open for 2 days, and I had no way of getting to them.
First, the officer recognised that I was telling the truth, and let me only have a warning, although I still couldn’t drive. I was visibly upset, and when I went into the hotel to get a (soft) drink after dinner, a staff member asked what was wrong. He listened, then went to speak to the boss, and then organised a motel room for me, drove my car to the motel (only 250 metres away, but I still couldn’t drive there), and used their courtesy bus to get back. The motel owners were also very kind, and gave me toast for the next morning for free. While I was delayed, I was easily able to sort things out when the office opened, and i was soon on my way. I will never forget the kindness of these people, who made sure that I was OK, and then went out of their way to help.
My wallet was stolen the Wednesday before an 18+ festival (on Saturday). I didn’t have time to get another piece of photo ID made before the festival (which was all non-refundable, of course) so I thought I’d try my luck with a birth certificate and an old passport.
I spoke to one of the policemen on site, for advice. He asked me some questions about myself to verify my identity (name, where I was born, mothers maiden name etc). He then asked me if I had ever had an altercation with the police before. I figured honesty is the best policy – I answered truthfully that I had gotten into a ‘heated discussion’ with two policemen in high school, because they gave me a misdemeanor for trashing a shop that I was obviously not physically able to trash (it looked like it had been hit by a car three times in a row).
He smiled and thanked me for my honesty, then escorted me to the ticket check and told the staff that I was right to enter the festival without my ID. He vouched for me, even though he didn’t have to. I thanked him, and asked him for his name. He told me that cops aren’t there to ruin peoples days, they’re there to keep us safe. He said that I was well mannered and honest, and that he wanted me to have a lovely weekend.
There’s a lot of stories of cops being violent or power hungry. But there are also cops who take up the badge to help people. I had an amazing time, all thanks to him taking the time to talk to me when he really didn’t have to. I wish only the most happiness to him!
It’s a cold winter day (approximately -25 deg C). Traffic is horrible and public transportation is running late so a lot of people are freezing outside while waiting for the bus.
On the bus people can only enter from the front to pay or show their bus pass and can exit from either front or back.
The bus driver pulls up to a few stops with a lot of people waiting. He opens all the door and yell to all the people outside to just jump into the bus without checking the bus pass or collecting payment.
Thank-you bus driver for putting the needs of the public health above all.
I have just transferred to a new college, in a state that I’ve never been to where I have no friends or family, and things have been fairly stressful so far. I am working three jobs to pay for school and this semester I’m taking 21 credits (note: the minimum to be considered a full time student is 12 credits), including a major internship. To top it all off, my grandmother who has been sick for a very long time passes away in March.
I receive the news on a Monday morning and that really sets the tone for the day. I can’t afford to miss class and work so I opt to stay in South Carolina. The funeral is on the following Friday and I’m really upset that I can’t be with my family. I am working one of my jobs as a stagehand at a theater and the show is a dance recital for a local children’s school. It doesn’t require much work on my part other than sitting backstage and making sure the children don’t get into anything dangerous, so I’m mostly just sitting around.
My little sister sends me a picture of the memorial cards handed out at the funeral, and that’s when I lose it. I retreat to a dark corner so nobody notices me crying, but then over the headset I hear my next cue so I have to go stand by to raise the main curtain.
While I’m waiting for the cue, one of the dancers, a small girl probably no older than 5 or 6, tugs on my hand. When I look at her she says, “You’re pretty!” and gives me the most dazzling grin. I don’t know what to say, so I just reply “You’re pretty too,” and then my cue comes and she goes out onstage.
It was a small thing, but that little girl’s compliment coming out of nowhere on a night when I was feeling so horrible uplifted me. I miss my grandmother but whenever I think of her, that happy memory makes me smile.