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  • firemanjerry

    We are a small fire department and late one winter night, we were called to  large fire in the science building of our High School. We placed all of our apparatus and personnel in service to battle the fire which was fully involved in the science building and was threatening to spread to the main building of the high school. It was very cold, the water was icing up on the pumpers, we were soaked and cold but continued to do what we needed to suppress the fire and keep it from spreading. We ended up battling this stubborn fire for 42 hours without a break, on the first morning we were greeted by one of our police officers who had a load of breakfeast sandwiches, pastries and urns of coffee donated to the firefighters from the local McDonalds, the same held true for the following morning while were were doing our final mop-up of the fire and recovery.  I'll never forget how this commercial enterprise came through for us when we needed it most, We were cold, tired, and all of the firefighters had given 200% to insure we saved the rest of the high school campus.  Best coffee and breakfast I ever had!! 
    Thank you McDonald's for coming through for us.

  • AdrianLee68


    1988 Dodge Caravan.jpg1988 Dodge Caravan with curbside lift  download 1997 Ford Aerostar.jpg1997 Ford Aerostar with elevator lift on right sideWhen my 1988 Dodge Caravan leaked oil and we couldn't afford to replace it; I prayed, on Wed. to God for another vehicle. At church on Saturday, June came up to me and gave me the 1997 Ford Aerostar with an electric lift. We were so surprised.  We thanked and prayed for June and her family for their kindness to us; Mom and myself.  So you can see that God sometimes answers prayers quickly not just at the 11th hour.


  • tm3278

    My husband and I were just married and in school, away from home for the holidays. We had agreed we could not afford a Christmas tree this year. While taking a drive in Indiana, we saw a Christmas tree lot.  The sign said, "Two dollars a foot."  We reasoned that maybe they would have a two-foot tree that we could justify buying for our apartment.  If not, we could enjoy reminiscing as we wandered the tree lot inhaling the delicious woody aroma and observing the families choosing "just the right one."  We wandered and looked, and it soon became clear that all of the trees were at least 5-6 feet tall. As expected, the simple act of wandering through, looking and watching, had filled our hearts with memories of the people we loved and made us feel less alone.  We reached our car and the owner approached us, noticing we had not purchased a tree.  He asked, "You couldn't find a tree you liked?"    Oh, your trees are beautiful, we replied.  "Well, can't we help you with one?"  No, thanks - but they are beautiful.  I don't know why he persisted, but he asked us to walk back into the lot so that he could help us with a tree.  He asked, "If you could have any tree, what would you like?"  To this we responded sheepishly,  "Well, we were looking for a small tree- maybe a two foot tree."  "I have just the one!," he said as he walked us toward the middle of the lot.  He wound through some trees and pulled out a beautiful 5 1/2 foot tree, examining all sides and saying - "Yes, this is a perfect two foot tree!"   He wrapped it and placed it in our car, sending us off with a smile - "Merry Christmas."  Thirty-four years later I still remember that random act of kindness that brought so much joy.  

  • WoodstockWoman

    The year was 1996.   I had just been diagnosed with cancer and was focused on keeping my job and going through the chemotherapy at the same time.  Before long I was starting to experience the strain.  I would work my fulltime job and get my chemotherapy and go home crashing, too exhausted to do anything but sleep,   It was about that time that I started finding them:  Whole meals cooked and left on my porch!  I had no idea who left them but I thanked them every day in my thoughts.  It felt like I was surrounded by angels.  After six months of therapy I was finally in remission...thanks in part to the angels who fed me in my time of need.  

  • Rathstar

    This goes back a ways but was the most memorable act of kindness I remember. It was 1968 and I was coming home from Viet-Nam. We were all warned about the probable negative reception we'd receive so were prepared to avoid any confrontations. I'd sent a telegram to my wife with my arrival time in Chicago at 6:00 AM on a Sunday morning. Upon my arrival, there was no one to meet me. (Turned out her landlord didn't tell her about the telegram, fearing it was bad news.)
    So, I figured, 'Okay, I know the way to my mother-in-law's place.' I'll just go to her house and call my wife from there. I hauled my loaded seabag and duffle out to the downtown shuttle and arrived in front of the Palmer House around 7:00. You've probably seen those post-apocalyptic movies where the only movement in the big city is a lonely newspaper page blowing down the street.
    I hiked to the Randolph Street Station (now Millennium Station) down the stairs and through the long tunnel to the station. On the ticket window is a sign, "Due to Transit Union Strike, all services are suspended until further notice." Since it was deserted, no one heard my scream.
    Packing up again, I returned to the street. I was not looking forward to a nearly 20-mile schlep to Mom's. Then a cab came around the corner and pulled over, "Need a ride?" After tossing my gear in the trunk, I got the standard "Where to, Buddy?"
    I gave him my wife's address on the South Side and the driver turned to me, "Sorry, I can't go that far. We're restricted to downtown. I can take you as far my area goes. I can call ahead and have a South Side cab meet us and take you the rest of the way."
    I agreed and we headed out. He asked where I was coming from, I held my breath and said Viet-Nam. He was interested; turned out he had a cousin over there. We talked about the war, the people and their culture, and what was really going on there.
    Before I knew it, we pulled over to the curb. I figured this was as far as he could go and looked around for my next cab. Instead, I was greeted by my wife, standing at the curb. I looked at the driver and he said he didn't think anyone would report him.
    I got out, hugged and kissed my bride while he emptied the trunk. As I reached for my wallet, he held up his hand. "It's on me, my Friend. Welcome home."

  • gherrmann

    My dad was very sick with pulmonary fibrosis and had a hip fracture that went undiagnosed for months. We brought him home from rehab in a wheel chair and 24 hour assisted care. Soon hospice was involved. The steps outside my parents house made it almost impossible to bring dad outside without extra assistance. One day we heard someone outside and found Glen, a neighbor that we grew up with as kids.  He was building a ramp so that we could take dad outside in his wheelchair!  He visited with dad briefly that day. That afternoon I was able to take him for a very short walk.  He was very quiet and looked at peace. Dad loved the outdoors. He passed away that evening....but we were so thankful that he was able to come home and to go outside...even for those brief minutes. Our friend removed the ramp as quietly and quickly as he built it. I thank him for giving my dad the opportunity for those peaceful moments. 

  • rb23661494

    For 3 years I have been taking care of my wife, who was terminally ill. She had cancer, severe heart damage, two broken legs and couldn't walk. No matter when it was, my supervisors and friends I worked with, NEVER questioned me when I needed to do an emergercy run to rush home to take care of my wife. They all understood my needed me, for some reason or emergency. They let me off / go whenever I needed to. She finally lost her life and fight to live, August 12, 2015. EVERYONE at work banded together and supported me at this time. They all donated several hundred dollars for funeral expenses and bought me a large and beautiful peace lily plant. Without their support and understanding the last 3 years, I would also have given up because it is so hard to take care of someone you have loved for 16 years because of her severe health and disability problems, and at the same time, stand by her because you love her so much and watch her die. I am still having a very hard time getting through each day without crying but my friends and family at work are still there for me.

  • dwgizmo

    A couple years ago we were on our way from Florida to Pennsylvania and had stopped for the night. Our trip was to surprise our grandchildren for Christmas, whom we had not seen in over a year. Of course we had to tell our daughter and son-in-law, so it wasn't a surprise for them, except for the fact that we were coming. 

    When we travel, we don't eat big meals until we stop for the night. So off we went to the restaurant next to our chosen hotel. There were only a few diners at the time, and we thought nothing of this at the time. After a great meal, and feeling like pigs after a trip to the trough our server asked if we wanted dessert of course, but we were too full.

    We sat waiting for the bill, and our server came and told us the bill had been paid by an anonymous person. We were flabbergasted to say the least. This had never happened to us before. We looked around us, but couldn't identify the beautiful person who did this for us. Of course we left our server a generous tip and our thanks to her and the beautiful person.