10 Real Stories of Kindness That Pour Honey on People’s Souls

Being kind is really important since it can bring people together and create positive outcomes. Even modest acts of kindness can set off a chain reaction that spreads compassion and understanding throughout society. And there is plenty of evidence to back this claim.

Story 1: 

I work at a flower stall. For the fifth time in a row, this guy shows up, buys a rose, and hands it to me without saying a word. At first, I figured he was just shy. Today, like clockwork, he came by again, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I blurted out, ’Okay, let’s finally get to know each other.’ That’s when he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and wrote that he’s deaf and mute, and he simply enjoys seeing me smile.

Story 2:

When I was 17, I moved to a new city and started a new job. However, I hadn’t budgeted my money properly, and I also didn’t know how to cook. One day, I tried to make something tasty with just rice and tomato paste, but let’s just say it didn’t turn out great.
A colleague noticed that I wasn’t eating lunch and, three days later, he complained about having too many sandwiches from his wife. He offered me one so that it wouldn’t go to waste. I must have devoured it so quickly that for the next few days, his wife kept packing him ’extra’ sandwiches every time. © Bill Castello / Quora

Story 3: 

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On one of my days off, I decided to go mushroom picking. I strolled through the forest for about three hours, enjoying the solitude and singing to myself while idly raking leaves with a stick. Suddenly, I heard barking coming from a distance, and as I turned to look, I spotted a dog tied to a tree. It was clear that the poor thing had been neglected for a while, with sunken sides and angry eyes. My heart went out to the dog, and although I was hesitant at first, I approached cautiously, wanting to help.
As I got closer, the dog lunged towards me, but I managed to calm it down by sitting nearby and speaking softly for about half an hour, explaining that I meant no harm. Surprisingly, the dog seemed to understand, allowing me to cut the rope. It wagged its tail gratefully and then trotted off into the forest, free once again.

Story 4:

Story 5: 

My wife and I were having tea in the kitchen when a stone with a note flew through the open window. To our surprise, it was a declaration of love, complete with a ring! We were shocked, but soon realized it was meant for the neighboring house. We invited the confused young boy over, gave him the ring, and offered advice on proposing. Six months later, we joyfully attended our neighbor’s wedding, celebrating the love story that started with a mistaken stone.

Story 6: 

It was a gloomy day, and I’ve already forgotten the reason why, but I went to a local restaurant and bought some dumplings and sat by the window staring at the rain like some dramatic middle schooler. The owner of the store comes by and offers me some more free dumplings, and brings me a drink. It seems like a small thing, but it made my day. I thanked him of course, but he was like «Naw naw, my job.» © Unknown author / Reddit

Story 7: 

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As a student working part-time as a waitress, I’ve faced tough financial times. One day, while serving two men at work, they left me a generous tip. One of them handed me the money with a heartfelt comment, ’Just like that! I see what you need!’
It wasn’t about hinting or pestering; it was a genuine act of kindness. When I counted the tip, I was moved to tears by their generosity. I wanted to thank them, but they had already left the restaurant.

Story 8: 

While riding the bus, I witnessed a touching scene. An elderly woman was enjoying her candy, and across from her sat a young boy, around five years old. I couldn’t resist the warmth of the moment and asked the woman for a piece of mint candy. She kindly shared it with me, and as the boy received the candy and returned to his seat, he suddenly jumped up, ran back to the woman, and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
The entire bus was filled with smiles, and even the woman was visibly touched. It’s moments like these that remind us of the kindness and goodness in people, despite negative perceptions about newer generations.

Story 9: 

Story 10: 

On my birthday, a friend asked what gift I wanted. I subtly hinted at a new bag but also mentioned that her presence was more important than any gift. True to her playful nature, she arrived at my birthday party dressed as a gift herself! She jokingly declared that she was my main gift.
We all laughed and admired her creativity. Later, she surprised me with the bag I had mentioned, showing how well she understands me. That’s why she’s my best friend—she reads me like an open book.

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