Strangers’ Small Acts That Changed Lives Forever: Stories That Will Restore Your Faith in Humanity
So it’s the middle of the night and I’m headed to my friends house to hang out. After a debate about the faster route, spookiness, and legality, we decide to split up and he and my little brother take the streets while I follow the alley and railway tracks.
Que edgelord highschool me, dark clothes, leather boots, long hair, ill fitting second hand wool trench coat, strutting around a blind corner in the dark and almost face first into this short Hispanic man who jumps like a cartoon character and exclaims, half drunk, that he thought I was death finally hear to take him.
It’s chilly out, cold enough to comfortably wear wool, he’s in cut off jeans, a tee that’s older than my dad and flip flops, he’s got one arm, and it’s holding a bottle in a brown paper bag. He introduces himself as Freddy.
Turns out, he lives on my buddies street on the other side of the tracks so we set off into the dark railway path, a drunken one armed man and a Columbine cosplayer. As we walk we talk about everything and nothing, cults, ex wives, movies we didn’t like, youth delinquency, and five blocks later we parted ways, I offered a hand to shake without thinking and he awkwardly held the bottle with his teeth and took it. He offered that if I ever needed some booze all I had to do was knock four times then he sauntered off to the east without giving me an address or distance and I carried on to the west, baffled by the encounter.
Don’t know where you are Freddy, but I’ll never forget you.
When I was 9 or 10 I was outside of a grocery store waiting for my mom. the store had automatic doors and whenever they opened I pretended I was holding them open with the force. One person came out and said “thank you”.
I was on the train going to see my friend after a fight with my partner. I thought our relationship was over, and I couldn’t stop crying. A lovely woman came up to me, gave me a tissue, offered me a hug, and asked if I was OK. I told her what had happened, and she comforted me.
It turned out she was a refugee from Syria – she’d just come over in the last couple of months, and hadn’t seen her family since. She had lived through some truly awful things, and there she was trying to make me feel better about a spat. I will never forget her kindness in stopping to see whether I was OK, despite everything she had gone through herself. There are some truly amazing people in the world.
Was upset and on my way home in the subway (NYC)
I had a lot to be sad about, but won’t go into it.
Some guy with tons of face tats who looked intimidating asked me in the softest voice, “what happened?”
I proceeded to tell him all my life woes and he stayed with me 3 stops after his, but he didn’t try to get my number
He just wanted to be a friend to me in that moment because he saw I needed it
A few years back I was flying alone from the us to the uk with my 18month old son as a lap infant (the most daunting thing I’ve done tbh). Found my seat next to the window when two ladies (perhaps late fifties, early sixties) took the seats next to me. The first words were ‘aw look a baby’ I replied to say don’t you mean ‘oh no a baby’ (no one wants to be on a flight with a baby right?). Wrong I guess because they were literally the kindest people. They were on their way to uk and then Spain for a girls holiday (life goals). We chatted the whole flight about our lives. And they took such care of me and my boy. They called themselves my kid’s aeroplane grandmas 😭
Cannot remember their names but they were from Connecticut, I will never forget them.
While walking to school I often pass a mother and her little kid (probably about 3) walking their other brother to the elementary school nearby. Approaching them on my bike, the little kid will wave and be so happy to see me (I’ve never talked to them other than these interactions) and make happy noises, and I’ll wave and hi, and it just absolutely makes my day. I’ll be half asleep and rushing to school, but after saying hi to this random little kid I will be ready to take on the world.
Love when I get to answer this!
The sweetest old lady messaged me thinking I was her grandson. She said she was excited to meet the new girlfriend and asked particular questions about any dietary restrictions as she’s making lunch for them. Felt so horrible having to tell her she got the wrong number, but said she’s a wonderful grandmother, and I’m sure her grandson and the new gf will absolutely love the spread!
She responded, apologizing, but also inviting me for some tea and biscuits for being so kind. I had to decline as the area code was California, and after confirming she was in the San Fernando Valley area, we parted ways after acknowledging our chance meeting with a cute prayer.












