Veronica B.

The Man in the Market

A perfume that smelled heavenly and comfortable was worn by A woman at our yard sale. I asked. "White Shoulders," she said. Suddenly, I was bowled over by a flood of memories. White Shoulders was the one gift I could count on from my mother at Christmas. She bought some things, and we chatted awhile and left. A couple of hours later, she returned holding a new bottle of White Shoulders. I don't remember which one of us started crying first. A coworker took me under her wing when my husband died unexpectedly. She saved my life. My neighbor, Jim, had difficulty deciding if he wanted to retire from the building field, until he ran. The young man had a wife and three kids and was finding it hard to make ends meet, because he had not worked in a while because of the recession. Jim went into the union office and submitted his retirement paperwork, the next morning. As for his replacement, he gave them this young man's name. That was six years ago, and father and that young husband has been used ever since.

Jim and the Work

December, before work, I ordered an everything bagel and stopped at a deli. It was warm, and I could not wait to dig . However, as I left the shop, I noticed an older indigent gentleman sitting in the bus stop. Knowing it would probably be his only meal of the day, I gave him the bagel. But all was not lost for me. Another customer from the deli offered me half of her bagel. I was delighted because I realized that we are looked after. -- Liliana Figueroa, Phoenix, Arizona

"I Can Still Help"

I left a restaurant ahead of a woman assisting her elderly mom one evening. I approached the curb and paused to see if it could climb. Appeared an arm. It was that of the older mom. My heart was so touched. While going through a divorce, my mother fretted over her worries: the bills, no earnings, and no way to afford groceries. The only thing she could hold on to was the home security systems in her home. It was about this time that she began finding boxes of food outside our door. This went on for months, until she was able to land a job. They saved our lives, although we never did find out who it was who left us the grocery store. -- Jamie Boleyn. These 12 stories that are heartwarming will restore your faith.

The Little Lift

When the supermarket clerk tallied up my grocery store, I was $12 over what I had on me. I was receiving help from the Food and Care Coalition that got me through. I started to remove items from the bags, when another shopper handed me a bill. "Please do not put yourself out," he told him. "My mom is in the hospital with cancer. She and I visit every day and bring her flowers. This morning, I went, and she got mad at me for spending my money. She demanded that I do something with that money. So, here, please accept this. It is my mother's flowers." I was balancing caring for a toddler and working a occupation, all while my Navy husband was on duty that was extended abroad. The doorbell rang. It was my neighbor, a retired chief petty officer, holding a breadboard loaded with a freshly cooked chicken and vegetable stew. "I've noticed you are getting a little skinny," he said. It was the best meal I had had in months. As I walked through the parking lot, all I could think about was the dire diagnosis I had given my individual Jimmy cancer. Then, I noticed an older gentleman handing tools to somebody working under his vehicle that was stalled. That someone was Jimmy. "Jimmy, what do you do?" I yelled out. Jimmy dusted his trousers off. "My cancer did not tell me not to assist others, Doc," he said, before waving at the old man to begin the car. The engine roared to life. The old man drove off and thanked Jimmy. Jimmy got into his car and took off. Take-home message: Kindness has no restrictions and no limits. I returned to my car only to find that I'd locked my keys and cell phone inside. A teenager saw a tire is kicked by me and say a few choice words. "What's wrong?" he asked. I explained my situation. "But even if I could call my wife," I said,"she can not bring me her car key, because this is our only car." He handed his mobile phone to me. "Call your wife and tell her I'm coming to get her key." "That's seven miles round trip." "Don't worry about it." An hour later, he returned with the key. I offered him some money, but he refused. Then, like a cowboy in the movies, he rode off into the sunset. I forgot about the rules so I had to give up my painting supplies when I hit security at the airport. When I returned a week later, an attendant was in the baggage area with my paints. Not only had he retained me them, but he'd looked up time and my return date in order to meet with me. I saw a dress in a consignment store that I understood my granddaughter would love. So I asked the store owner if she could hold it, but money was tight. "May I buy the dress for you?" "Thank you, but I can't accept such a gracious gift," I said. The reason why it was important for her to help me, then she told me. She had been homeless for three decades, she said, and had it not been for the kindness of strangers, she wouldn't have been able to endure. "I am no longer homeless, and my situation has improved," she said. "I promised myself that I'd repay the kindness so many had shown me." She paid for the dress, and the payment she would take in return was a heartfelt hug.