Sharing the love for all of humanity

 

June 30, 2021

 

Credit goes out to (the author) several people who collective made this such meaningful and loving story. Thank you one and all.

 

I pulled up to the hardware store and watched this take place right in front of me. This guy sees two kids walking in the pouring rain while one is pushing his broken bicycle and he stops everything he is doing and spends 5 minutes getting drenched with rain while he fixes this little boy’s bike. These kids rode off so happy and he left with a smile on his face from ear to ear. As a matter of fact, he put a smile on my face too. This is the America that I know. High five to you good sir!

 

The greatest thing I can do as a human being is serve God and serve my fellow man. It never goes out of style to be a good person. In a world full of takers, be a giver. In a world full of selfish people, be the selfless one. In a world full of anger and hate, be the one who always shows love. I spend my life helping others who are struggling with addiction. My wife and I work 7 days a week helping folks who are struggling. If you or someone you know is struggling and needs help finding detox and treatment resources, then message me immediately. It’s time to start helping others. You can change the world, one person at a time. (author)

 

We are more that the media think and preach. It is past time to stand up and show who we really are, and teach our children to believe in the good and not what media, politicians, and negative social media want us to believe. Just do the right thing. Treat others the way you want to be treated. Know there are bad people who will hurt you, so be careful, but let your light shine.

 

We need to spread the good news every chance we get. So I'm sharing...lets get it viral.

 

This is how Americans are supposed to act towards each other. 

 

I worked in construction in the fifties and no one spoke of color. All the guys took care of me since I was young with no experience. The good old days when people looked out for each other.

 

So awesome! Some folks need to learn from this lesson! We all need to help each other...always!

 

Thats the American way absaluty brought a tear to my eye it was a joyous tear and people like him and I and you who ever reads this we are every where...

 

Love this!!!! It’s America you just have to believe it and be a decent human being!!! Posting positive things we see is part of the solution, much of the negativity is fabricated

 

Doesn't get much better than that. Those kids will remember that their whole life and hopefully pay it forward when they have the chance!

 

We need to share this type of stories because I believe there are many more people out there helping others - they just don’t make the news and they should

 

Kindness knows no bounds. Opportunities to show kindness are all around us… we just have to slow down and act.

 

Actions like this change perceptions of one another. They’ll never forget this situation and will talk about it even when they’re older.

 

"A man never stands as tall, as when he kneels to help a child " - Roman adage

 

Teach em young.... they'll do the same. Faith restored. It doesn't cost a nickel to be a good human being. Some of the biggest things in life are really the small things we do for each other. That's alright alright alright with me.

 

This is contagious.

If enough of us practice this, it will be the norm.

If our leaders set the example, it will be the norm.

There's hope.

 

There are still kind people in the world God is always around to touch a person when they need help no matter what color they may be. God don't care about a color jus give home the praises

 

This is America! Just the way I grew up, not colorized, just American kids riding their bikes & having fun!

 

This is awesome, we need more positive posts like these. If we all participated in doing acts of kindness our world would be a much better place for sure. Try it, I dare each and everyone of you.

 

Awesome.....this is why I don't buy into the division and alleged racism problem in our Country.

 

This Life All About Helping Hands No Matter What Colors Humans Races

Is Working Together

And Don’t Need Racist War

Just Need To Have Peace Helping Hands Together

 

Yes need to go back to the basics when people were proud of America, stood up for what they believe in without getting shamed. When the news would have heart warming stories like these. When hate wasn't being taught by our government. We need to all ban together and spread the love no matter what race, gender or political views are. God bless America!!

 

You're a good person for providing this touching moment in America.. Positive posts like this provide hope that there is still goodness in our country. I see a gentleman with a mighty good heart helping two young men who will probably never forget his kindness. If not for your post, I would have continued to skim through my FB routine without pause. But thanks to you and these three unassuming souls, I stopped for a few minutes to enjoy the pause that refreshes. Made my day, brother...

 

This is wonderful.

But now you just never know... could he be a trafficker/kidnapper or could he be a genuinely good man helping a kid. It's just so sad. I hate that I have become so cynical and untrusting of the human race

 

Love it! this is exactly what we need more of from people. If we would just slow down and realize that we are all in this together. We all need a little help some time. If everyone would just be willing to take the time to help others when they can this world would be a better place!!!

 

What I love most about this post was, this part. "I saw this guy get out and help these two kids."

Not, "I saw this black man helping these two white kids." It was about the kindness this man showed in general not about the kindness a black man showed to two white children.❤❤

 

I know that acts like this occur many many times a day all across our great country. Wouldn’t it be great if our media would report just a small sample of these acts of kindness/humanity instead of only negative BS all of the time?

 

And I so love that those 2 little boys didn’t see distrust or fear from a that large “black” man. Obviously their parents haven’t taught them racism and skepticism. Oh what a better world this would be if all parents could/would teach their kids this, then they would grow up to be this amazing man and we could stop identifying each other by color.

 

At the time I prepared this article, there were 41K likes, 2.8K comments and 185K shares.

 

The post was originally posted by Mark Cosgrove in Independence, Missouri.

 

Thank you, Mark. You certainly gave us all a moment to share and remember how beautiful life can and is in our wonderful country. God bless you Mark.

"There is no Santa Claus?"

 

Tremendous message borrowed from a friend:

 

I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit Grandma on the day my brother dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," he jeered. "Even dummies know that!"

My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her "world-famous" cinnamon buns.  I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.

Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus?" she snorted, "Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad!! Now, put on your coat, and let's go."

"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second world-famous cinnamon bun. "Where" turned out to be Kirby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars.  That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kirby's.

I was only eight years old.  I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping.

For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.

I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church.

I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker.  He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class. Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat! I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that.

"Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."

The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it.

Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially, one of Santa's helpers.

Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. “All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."

I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma.

Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.

Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were -- ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.

 

I still have the Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside: $19.95.

 

May you always have LOVE to share,

 

HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that care...

 

And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus!

 

 

Thank you, Nancy Monroe, for sharing this wonderful story.

 

 

Acts of Kindness

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By Diane Forrest

The other day I was in the checkout line at the store.  I only had 1 item, but there was only one person there to check out and the person in front of me had a whole buggy load full.  I wasn't in any hurry, but the person ahead of me let me go first, and that just made me so happy.  It’s so nice when someone does something simple to make your day better.

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Today is Random Acts of Kindness Day, and the website actsofkindness.org has several suggestions on tips you can do to make someone's day a little brighter.  Some of the suggestions they list include:

Clean up Graffiti

Donate used books to the library

Give the elderly the gift of music

Help a child learn

Help someone whose car is broken down

Help someone with yard work

Hold the door open for someone

Thank the fire and police department

Write a letter to someone who has helped you

Study with a classmate

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The list is endless.  You don't have to spend any money, and in some cases very little time.  So today, do something nice for someone else, it will return to you 10 fold!

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World Kindness Day

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By Diane Forrest

When my husband died it was the worst time in my life.  Instead of sitting here suffering in my grief, I started thinking about his family members who were also distressed with his untimely passing.  I started sending them banana nut bread and making cards and letting them know that I would still be here for them.  Doing those small things for them made me feel better.  So I started expanding my recipient list.  There were a couple of ladies from my church who also had bedridden or home bound husbands.  I started sending them cards and baking them stuff too.  I would take dinner to my elderly neighbor across the street, and brownies to the doctor's office.  It would always bring a smile to their face, and brighten my day up too.

With all the bad things going on around us these days, the election, the hurricane, it’s not hard to find someone who could use a small act of kindness.  I was reading a little article about someone who made arrangements to have tires replaced on a woman's car because someone had done something nice for them.  I have a friend who visits friends in a nursing home even though they no longer recognize him because of Alzheimer’s.  I have a friend who put together a shoe-box full of things a little girl would need or want to ship out for Christmas.   You can read several heartwarming stories about acts of kindness; this is one of my favorites:

A well to do lady driving a new luxury automobile was taking a cross country trip and got a flat tire on a desolate stretch of the road. The first thing she did was to get her cell phone to call the auto club; unfortunately her phone had no signal. Her frustration turned to anxiety when an old pick-up truck stopped behind her and out came a young man in his late twenties. She was concerned because the fellow looked a bit shabby; her fear did subside when she realized he was probably a workman.

The young man offered to change her tire and the woman gladly accepted. As he was changing the tire they chatted; she told him her cell phone had no signal. The gentleman told her that there is no cell service in this area but would work as she got closer to the town a few miles away.  

The lady asked the young fellow if he was from the area; he told her he has always lived in the region with the exception of when he was in the Coast Guard for several years. The lady asked if she might be able to get her tire fixed nearby; the young man told her there is a service station in town and that they are still open. The young fellow finished changing the tire and the woman offered him some money for his help. The man refused to take the money and told the woman, "We all need a little help sometimes".  

The woman got back in her car and drove to the service station in the local town. She asked the manager of the service station if he could repair the tire; the manager said he would be glad to do it but it would take about an hour since his workers were busy. The woman noticed a diner across the street and told the manager that she wanted to get something to eat and an hour would be fine.  

The diner was relatively empty and the woman sat at a vacant table. A very tired looking pregnant waitress came over to take her order. The woman told the waitress that she looked like she was about due and that she should not be on her feet. The waitress told the lady that she was nearly eight months into her pregnancy and was tired because it was towards the end of her shift. The conversation continued and the woman said she was surprised that the waitress was working this kind of job so close to her due date. The young waitress explained that this was her first child and the economy being what it is she had to work. The waitress went on to say that both she and her husband were working hard but they had a strong faith that things will work out.  

The lady finished her meal, paid her bill and left to go pick up her car. The waitress went back to clean the table and found a plain white envelope. The waitress opened the envelope and found ten $50 bills with a note that said; "We all need a little help sometimes. God bless you and good luck with the baby".  

As tired as the waitress was she was overjoyed because she knew the money was a God send. On the drive home the waitress decided she would ask her husband how his day was before she shared the good news.  

Upon reaching home the waitress held back her excitement and asked her husband about his day; he replied:  

"Same old same old at work, we did have about ten minutes during lunch time to throw a football around. I was a few minutes late getting because I stopped to help a lady change a flat tire".

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Today is World Kindness day.  PBS.org offers these suggestions on ways to spread a little kindness:

• Leave something special on the neighbor's doorstep: Flowers, baked good, or invitation to share a meal.
• Make your kid's bed. Do the one chore your kid hates the most for him/her.
• Make a contribution toward this very important fund. Change and one dollar bills from piggy banks count too.
• Write a thank you or draw a picture for someone you love. Tell them what you love bout them and thank them for being themselves.
• Pay the toll for the car behind you, let your child give the money from the back window.
• Pick up some trash. Spend an hour cleaning up a park, school, or even your neighborhood.
• Make Hope Notes together as a family and spread them all over your city or town.
• Try to smile at 10 people today.
• Visit a grandparent or elderly friend.
• Start an Acts of Kindness list.

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If you have other ways to share kindness to your fellow man, send us a line and let us know.

Be an Angel Day - Please

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By Diane Forrest

I have been having some hard times lately, and they came to a dramatic head.  I needed help and had no one to turn to.  Then I happened to run in to this lady.  She took away all my problems; she shared her life with me and made everything ok again.  She had lost her husband in a plane wreck.  She was at the end of her rope, with nowhere to go.  She was alone, the kids were gone, and I was struggling.  Then she met someone, got remarried, and is now living happily ever after.

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I have a wonderful friend who is an angel to me.  He talks to me every day, and keeps me from being alone.  Just the sight of him takes all the worries from my mind and makes everything better.

I have another friend, who is with me every day, I never feel alone because I can always talk to him at any time.  Whenever there is a problem, he may not be able to help, but he is always there to listen.  He is an angel as well.

I have another friend, who spends every morning with me, talking about the past day's excitement and planning what is ahead for the coming day.  I can always count on her to be there for me, and to cheer me up when I am down.

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Being an Angel doesn’t require any special skills.  Sometimes it just takes being present and listening to a person while they work things out. Sometimes it’s a chance meeting with a perfect stranger to help put things back in order.

Today is Be An Angel Day. This day was established by Jayne Howard Feldman in 1993. Its purpose is to encourage people to perform random acts of kindness and to help those in need.  Today, take the time to be an angel to someone. Whether you choose to do a favor for a friend or volunteer your time to assist others in your community, be sure to celebrate this occasion. Extend a helping hand, offer a kind word, or show someone your gratitude. 

This reminds me of a story:

Mark was walking home from school one day when he noticed the boy ahead of him had tripped and dropped all of the books he was carrying, along with two sweaters, a baseball bat, a glove and a small tape recorder. Mark knelt down and helped the boy pick up the scattered articles. Since they were going the same way, he helped to carry part of the burden. As they walked Mark discovered the boy's name was Bill, that he loved video games, baseball and history, and that he was having lots of trouble with his other subjects and that he had just broken up with his girlfriend. They arrived at Bill's home first and Mark was invited in for a Coke and to watch some television. The afternoon passed pleasantly with a few laughs and some shared small talk, then Mark went home. They continued to see each other around school, had lunch together once or twice, then both graduated from junior high school. They ended up in the same high school where they had brief contacts over the years. Finally the long awaited senior year came and three weeks before graduation, Bill asked Mark if they could talk.

Bill reminded him of the day years ago when they had first met. "Did you ever wonder why I was carrying so many things home that day?" asked Bill. "You see, I cleaned out my locker because I didn't want to leave a mess for anyone else. I had stored away some of my mother’s sleeping pills and I was going home to commit suicide. But after we spent some time together talking and laughing, I realized that if I had killed myself, I would have missed that time and so many others that might follow. So you see, Mark, when you picked up those books that day, you did a lot more, you saved my life."

There is no act of kindness that is too small, so Be an Angel today.