The world is a strange, strange place. Things are going crazy these days – so much so that it can be hard to appreciate the beauty in small details or the friendliness of strangers. After all, we have arrived alone on this planet, and we have to leave it the same way. But sometimes it is important to turn away from our personal struggles and selfishness to remember that we are not living alone here – our actions affect people around us, and we must also discover some joy in the hands of strangers We can open our eyes to the world. A new reddit thread dealt with these encounters. Someone asked the church to tell stories about the most memorable moments they shared with a stranger they had never met again. Grasping for a Kleenex – these posts show the big difference that a small gesture can make. Who did not love a bear hug? I've already shared this on reddit. The day I found out that my grandmother had a stroke and would never walk or talk again, I was in college. I finally collapsed in a bathroom. A girl came in and asked if I needed a hug. I cried so much that I really did not see her face. I cried for about 10 minutes on her shoulder and then had to pull myself together and go to class. I never explained myself and she never asked. I never recognized her or talked to her again. I wonder if she sometimes saw me on campus wondering what's going on and whether I'm fine.
AvadaKedavras2. Or when I was 14, I was trapped in the rubble of an earthquake. I spent six hours crawling to a man whose face I could never see … He was a citizen who left his name to no one and never came after it. It has always bothered me that I'll probably never find out who he was or how much comfort his voice gave me in those dreadful hours. When I saw pictures of the room, I could not understand how he could stand for six hours without hurting himself or somehow suffering emotional trauma himself. He is my hero.
trailangel43. Driving long distances can be boring, unless someone has their back. "I had about two hours drive from Columbus to Cleveland, so I tend to drive on the faster side and therefore many people pass by." I noticed about 20 minutes in the ride that the car behind me was still the same one directly We drove up the freeway for two hours straight next to each other or in front of / behind each other, we made room in the lanes to help the others pass through the slower cars and make sure the other did not fall behind When I got off the highway, he honked, honked and waved. It was my favorite driving experience so far.
livecaterpillarflesh4. Good people come to those who return. When I was studying abroad in Lithuania, I volunteered in a soup kitchen and occasionally there was an elderly lady who helped sell the supplies. We would smile at each other and even say hello through the language barrier. Well, one night I went to Easter Mass in the city and I was volunteer and it was warmer during the day so I did not think about wearing a heavy jacket when it got dark, not to mention the church this was old massive Building. So I sit in the crowd, getting colder and shaking rather noticeably as I suddenly feel someone putting my scarf over my shoulders. I turn around and it is the lady who gives up supplies in the soup kitchen! When the Mass was over, I tried to bring the scarf back, but she refused to bring it back. I've done my best to extend my gratitude through the language barrier, but I'm sure she knew it. It was the nicest and nicest thing that ever happened to me. It was the last time I saw her and I will never forget her kindness towards me. It still rips me thinking about it.
Lithuanian_Rooster5. A shaky start brought these strangers together on a train, two days before Christmas I was on a train east of Colorado. There was a sort of incident in another car at about 11:00 that night – one guy was wasted and started threatening other passengers – and we had to stop and so the local police could come and pick him up.
After the delay, the conductor came over the speakers and announced that if anyone felt agitated or shocked by the incident, one of the passengers had offered to play his guitar in the food truck, and everyone who was awake was welcome to come down come for a singalong. I always rely on strange train activities, so I decided to take my harmonica out of my bag and go downstairs.
There were 5 of us in the car, between 16 and mid 70 and from all over the country. We sang every song we could imagine that even meant some sort of train – we were somewhere in rural Nebraska and nobody had a cell phone service to look up the lyrics, so sometimes I was pretty sure we got more of the words, which we actually remember. The conductor came after a while and offered to play a few songs, so the guy with the guitar handed him a mandolin, and my harmonica was passed around in the group while a guy on his backpack drummed.
After a while, the conductor got up and left, then returned with a copy of The Polar Express. He read aloud to our utterly fascinated group of mostly adult travelers as the snow flew around us during the night, and I swear that our trip felt just as magical for a few minutes as Santa's visit to the story.
At some point, after the food truck was cleared for the night, we covered things with the most ridiculous seriousness "Do not stop believing" that was done and went their separate ways. I've never seen anyone from our little band again, but I'll always remember that weird, wonderful late-night celebration of Journey and the magic of winter travel that came from a guy being a Jacka on a train.
dreadhorse6. There are times when only a stranger can get you out of your funk. One night I felt pretty rough, so I sat on some steps and ate a box of hot fries. This group of girls passed by, one of them in a yellow dress with a black dotted dress, and a flower halo broke off and sat down next to me. She had a thick Irish accent.
What is your name?
Anette. Ask me where I live.
…. alright, where do you live?
She grabbed one of my chips, put it in her mouth and said "at the crucial moment", kissed my forehead and ran to join her group again.
Still think of her.
JollyOldBogan7. You never know what a stranger has to do with it, but it can not hurt to offer a hand. The day my dad died, I kept it together pretty well. Late that night I went to Target to be outside for a while and buy some groceries.
When I go to [checkout counter] With my arm full of things, I dropped a container of sour cream and exploded everywhere. I completely lost control of myself and began to cry. The ugly scream. I was immediately surrounded by a group of women who took care of the whole situation. They helped me get everything paid for, cleaned up, and a lady even got a new sour cream.
No words were spoken, but their mercy and understanding have remained with me ever since.
misdolnurs25178. This tender passenger helped everyone on board. I was once on a flight and my seat was right next to a woman with a screaming baby. I love babies, so I offered to take her for the woman who was visibly disheveled and had her arms full to settle down. She handed the baby over and I calmed her and held her for most of the flight. At some point, the mother went to the toilet and the flight attendant came over and offered me another place so that the baby would not bother me. I refused and played the whole flight with the baby. I loved it. It was a win-win-win. The mother has a few minutes for herself, I have to play with a baby and the rest of the passengers do not have to listen to a screaming baby anymore.
manda_hates_you9. If you look around you might find a like-minded person: I was playing in the subway on my Nintendo DS when I got a fortuitous connection. I looked up to see if I could see the other person with a DS, and closed my eyes with this incredibly intense little boy sitting on a few benches of mine.
"HAD YOU POKEMON?" He asked and as it turned out, I actually had Pokemon. That sealed our fate. There is this thing in the Pokemon games where you have to fight the look of another coach on your journey. I had just experienced that in real life.
He destroyed me. All Level 100. Felt like I was an extra in the damned anime fighting with the protagonist.
mus_maximus10. Or someone who is taking part in your toilet problems, that was about two years ago when I was at university. I was in some pain so I went to the bathroom. I was the only one there, but shortly afterwards someone came in and I decided to wait until she was done. She was apparently in the same situation as me, so we both sat and waited for the other to leave, occasionally dropping tiny toots.
Finally, she says, "Can we both fart?" I laugh and say "Yes please!" And about a minute later, we both laugh and babble at the same time. Laughing, because we fart and fart because we laugh.
We were done about the same time and said hello when we washed our hands. I never saw her again. I still kiss every time I think about it.
CocoaAndToast11. If you're careful, maybe you'll meet an oracle.NYC-bar: I was on a first date and there was an old guy at the bar – looked like an old fisherman from a novel – and he was convinced of my date and me already married. He went on and on. We said we were not married and he told us to be together and to be married for a long time. He talked to us about 15 minutes. My date and I got married about a year later and have been together for almost 25 years now.
DangReadingRabbit12. Or someone who literally saves your life. "I'm going to share the Cliffnotes version because it sounds so unreal, years ago I went to a bridge to kill myself, and finally he came up to me and said," I have evil spirits around me " and that I should hold my head up and not give in. He then asks if he can smear me.
I did not know what that was [meant] but agreed anyway. He pulls sage, lighter and shells out of his backpack and blesses me right there. Once finished, all the birds (gulls, crows, and doves) fly over us and fly in a circle above us. He said that they told me that my life would turn around and then he said goodbye and left.
My life has changed that day, big time. And when my mind occasionally returns to dark places, I think of it and it pulls me back.
KingOfTheGoobers13. Look around. Someone out there will be kind enough to return your most precious possessions, I was about 10 years old and had a pair of HEELYS and they were the coolest thing in the world. I would roll over all these things and thought I was hot.
We were in China and spent a few weeks in Beijing. I rolled around on Tiananmen Square, cracked and lost one of the wheels. I looked around for about an hour, but to no avail. I was probably obviously confused, because my heelys, the things that made me hot, were now ineffective and fundamentally ruined. The next morning, as I walked through the square to meet my friends, an elderly gentleman ran to me and stopped me – he had found my bike. He said he saw me rolling around and saw that I was looking for the wheel after the fall. He saw that I gave up and hung around for another hour to see if I had left. He came there the next morning without expecting me to get through, but I just wanted to be there just in case. I'm not sure who was happier with whom I got my bike back or with him because he did not think he would literally see me as the busiest place in the world. I said thank you and that was it. We both had seats and that was it.
raddlesnakeNever underestimate the generosity of strangers! And be sure to pay it from time to time.