Kind Strangers Kindness

Trafficking In Human Kindness

| France | Kind Strangers, Transportation

I am in my car driving back home from work in an unusual traffic jam for my small city.

As things are taking forever on my lane, I notice a car in the opposite direction blocking the circulation on the opposite side of the street as they are try to cross.

I decide to let them go. I stop, flash my high beams, nothing happens. I start to wonder if everything is ok when the other driver suddenly gets out of his car and runs to the sidewalk to help up an older person who has fallen.

To this gentleman who chose to stay stuck in traffic a bit longer to help another human being, thanks for restoring my faith in humanity.

Acts Of Kindness Never Re-tires

| Estonia | Kind Strangers, Transportation

I am a young male, having grown up without a father and with no car in the family, so I am not very familiar with how to do anything “under the hood.”

It is early winter. I am driving home from work from the city. It is dark and the weather is bad. Leaving the city I see an older man hitchhiking beside the road. He looks a little bit sketchy in the dark and I am hesitant at first. But due to having hitchhiked a lot before getting myself a car and the weather being really bad, I decide to pick him up. He wants to get to a location more than 20 km further from where I am going but gladly jumps in from the wet and the cold.

About 10 km before the destination the front passenger-side tire breaks with a bang and loud noise like an airplane landing just over the roof. As it is the first time I have ever experienced something like this, I am rather startled but safely stop the car. I am confused as to what should I do next, not exactly sure how to change the tire in the dark, wet, and cold.

Next thing I know, without much thought, the hitchhiker asks me if I have a spare. He jumps out and proceeds to grab the tire and everything else from the trunk, changes the tire himself and puts everything back after finishing. All this in record time and we are ready to continue with the drive.

After getting driving again I feel really grateful and so happy, I decide to pay him the kindness back by driving him the 20 km further he needs to go. On the way I learn he paints cars for a living, which is why he is so familiar with cars and so quick about the tire changing.

To this day I think back with warm feelings about that night because without having him in the car to help me, who knows how long it would have taken me in the dark, cold, and wet weather to figure out how to change the tire for the first time beside that road there.

Kind Strangers Kindness

That’s One Amazing Gas Station

| Lancaster, PA, USA | Kind Strangers

(I have to stop for gas after a long, exhausting week, and I feel I’m about to lose it. I’ve got 60+ miles before I get home. I walk into the gas station to put money on my pump, as my gas tank is on empty. I get through the door, the cold air hits my face, and I lose it. I sob hysterically. I hold up a wall for a second or two when a young man with a trainee badge approaches me.)

Trainee: “Is there anything I can do to help?”

(My story pours out.)

Me: “I was robbed earlier; I am failing a class, and am in an abusive relationship and trying to get out.”

Trainee: “I get off in five minutes. Let me finish what I’m doing, then let’s sit and talk.”

(We sat together in the little cafe almost all evening. I cried and talked, he listened and comforted. I got home, and had strength to leave the relationship. I recovered most of my losses, and moved on with my life. I quit my demanding job, and went back to school full time. I’ve never been happier.)

Road Reason

| Cheshire, England, UK | Transportation

(The street I live on is not really built for high speeds. Cars are often parked on both sides, especially the part I live on, there are a couple of bends that are awkward to see around, and a few junctions concealed by parked cars. Still, you get the idiots who think they’re invincible and can do 40 mph in a narrow, built-up area. I am getting out of my own car when one of these drivers comes pelting down the road, only to have to slam his brakes on to avoid an oncoming car. The driver who is nearly hit rolls down his window, and slowly moves into a gap between parked cars to be level with the speeding guy. I expect a full-on row. Instead I hear this:)

Driver #1: “Mate, how fast were you going down there, then?”

Driver #2: “What?”

Driver #1: “How fast were you going?”

Driver #2: “Don’t know. Wasn’t speeding, was I?”

Driver #1: “Yeah, you were, actually. And you’ve got a kid in the car. You’ve got to be more responsible, mate. Drive like that on your own if you don’t care about crashing, but not with your son in the car. All right, mate? You’ve got to look after your kid.”

(The second driver looked like he’d just been told off by his mother. He gave a “thank you” gesture, which the first driver returned, and they went off on their way. If road-rage could be turned into that kind of conversation it will be a lot more productive! Hopefully the speeding dad learnt something and started being more responsible.)

Kindness Never Tires, Part 2

| Weatherford, TX, USA | Kind Strangers, Transportation

(I am going home after taking my two miniature horses to the vet clinic for their annual vaccinations. Halfway home, my borrowed truck starts to shudder, then with a loud BANG the right rear tire blows out! I find a nice place to pull over on FM 51, and get out to assess the damage and check the ponies (they are fine). The tire is shredded, so I dig out the jack, and jack up the truck. I also manage to get the spare out from underneath, but it’s soft- I’m a bit concerned. As I struggle with the lug nuts, a truck pulls up on the road right next to where I pulled over and a man and his two young sons get out.)

Man: “Do you need help?”

Me: “I’ll take all the help I can get! I can’t get the lugnuts off.”

Man: “I have a bar, we can crack the nuts and get them off.”

(He manages to get all the nuts off the wheel, but the rim itself has rusted onto the wheel. Kicking and pounding have no effect. Another man in the yard next to where I pulled off comes over.)

Nice Man #2: “Do you need a sledge?”

Nice Man #1: “It might help.”

Me: “Do what you need to do!”

(Meanwhile, trucks and cars are flying up the highway way too fast for my liking, and I am afraid someone will plow into the back of my trailer with my ponies in it. I am off the road, but barely. Nice Man #1 and Nice Man #2 beat the rim, and it finally lets go. Nice Man #2 takes his sledge and goes home.)

Nice Man #1: “This tire is soft. Let me take it home and put some air in it.”

Me: “Sure, thanks so much!”

(Nice Man #1 goes home, and returns 15 minutes later.)

Nice Man #1: “I think the valve is bad; I’m going to run it to Weatherford to my buddy’s tire place and get it repaired.”

Me: “Wow, thanks so much!”

(Twenty minutes later, he returns with a tire. I help him put it back on, but I notice, it’s NOT the same tire he took, that one was muddy from being under the truck, and the tread was different! It’s used, but in FAR better condition than the spare had been! I offer him money for his help, but he refuses.)

Me: “Can I give you a hug then, instead?”

(He gave me a hug and went on his way. Thank you, nice men and two sons. I have no idea what I would have done, as I had no one to call and no way to get my ponies home.)

Kindness Never Tires

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