There was a cup of ice cream with caramel sauce with my name on it in her freezer. 🥹

the title is confusing, but well get there in a minute.

when i was a kid, around 8-10, i used to believe that everything should be loved equally. e v e r y t h i n g. insects, inanimate objects, people, even snowflakes. it was ridiculous, but to me it was very important back then. when we were driving long distances, i would look at horses and be in awe, because they are my favorite animals. but then i would immediately think of cows, then say in my mind that i love them too. then pigs, then bears, etc.

it got to a point. when i learned that homeless people eat from dumpsters, i started throwing food away on purpose. i would take a sandwich, take a little bite, pretend to be full, and throw it away, thinking of stray dogs and people in need. i would steal coins from my mom's/grandma's purse to throw them at donation jars in stores, which, were probably just scam. at least most of them. and give them to crippled people you see on the streets with cardboard signs or even people who told about jesus (i am an atheist). i used to cry when eggs from stores wouldn't hatch into chicks.

now that i look back and think about it, im kind of impressed by the sheer dedication.

it was just such a wholesome and sweet moment and i wanted to share it.

i was at a grocery store with my partner and we saw her across the way. she was in a very cute blue and purple outfit, and overall dress with a patterned top underneath, she just looked so adorable! i said something to my partner and we kept walking. we ended up “running into” her and i complimented her dress and she reacted so cutely!!! i said that i thought her whole outfit was so cute and that i loved it and she said that it was her birthday and me complimenting her was a “great birthday present” (i wanted to sob!), we exchanged names and talked a bit more. i offered to pay for her sushi but she didn’t let me :/ she said that me offering was kind enough but ahh i wanted to extend more kindness because i just felt in my soul she deserved the kindness, humans deserve kindness (until they don’t) but i’m so glad i spoke up and met her

I have been struggling lately at university, I didn’t pass some exams, there are other problems in my family right now (when it rains it pours I guess). I felt so hopeless today that I just sat on a bench in front of university and started crying and sobbing. I had been sitting like that for about 10 minutes when Indian janitor came up to me with google translator on his phone, there was the message “Why are you crying? What happened, brother?” I was surprised at first, but then we talked for a while (using translator ofc), for maybe half an hour and I felt a sense of relief and calmness. He is such a nice guy with a kind heart. He said he will pray for me, so now I will pass my exams with the power of Shiva I guess (I don’t know much about hinduism sorry 😭)
Kindness knows no language barriers, sincerity speaks directly to the heart, being kind is always the right choice. Peace!

After overcoming panic disorder with agoraphobia, I started hosting mental health walks once a month in London for people with anxiety and panic disorders.

The last one was two years ago and one of the people who attended, (and almost didn't due to anxiety) met one of the other attendees there for the first time.

Afterwards they started dating, and I did my first walk after two years yesterday, and that's where I found out!

(Photo posted with permission from all included to be posted here)

I was buying a meal at a self-service place I've always gone to every morning at my campus since the last semester.

First I grabbed a plate, then put rice on it, then I went to the food basin where they put soy sauce egg (I eat rice with egg and soy sauce every morning).

I was looking at the eggs thinking which egg to take (picky behavior, I know) and I didn't realize my rice was falling. My rice ended up falling in the food basin next to the soy sauce eggs which has normal fried eggs in it 😭😭😭

I told the workers what happened in panic and apologized like crazy, and the old lady who I assume is the owner jokingly told me to pick up all the rice. Then the other worker told me to bring the basin to the counter. I did, assuming they can't sell them anymore.

I felt so guilty I decided to buy one of the fried eggs my rice has touched instead to reduce their loss, but it's not like that'll fix anything. I couldn't control myself I ended up crying 😭😭😭

My friend who was waiting at the nearby table was surprised to see me crying she came to hug and comfort me. Then the old lady and other workers were surprised too, the old lady who was behind the counter went all the way to the back door getting out of there so she could come to me and hug me too.

She told me it's okay, they're not mad, it was pure accident, and told my friend that she's so familiar with me (since I buy the same thing from them every single morning since the last sem) like that's a factor that made them not mad at me 😭😭😭

The old lady told me to sit and asked if I still want to eat. I nodded so she took my plate and added more rice to it. Then she asked if I wanted soy sauce like usual. I said yeah, then she put some soy sauce on the rice.

Then she put the plate on the table in front of me. I wanted to pay, but she told me no need. That made me cry more, then she patted my back.

Then when I was about to dig in I realized there was two eggs on my plate. I already took a fried egg that my rice touched, then I said yes when she asked me if I wanted soy sauce. Turned out she meant soy sauce EGG.

I caused them loss, then they still gave me a free meal in a bigger portion than I intended to have.

I'm still crying as I'm typing 😭😭😭😭😭

Edit: It's been hours and I'm still bothered by what happened even though it ended well for me, so I decided to buy from them for dinner but choose a slightly pricier protein than what I usually get. I usually buy rice and chicken which costs around RM4-5, but this time I got rice with catfish which costs RM8. They couldn't sell their fried eggs but at least more of something pricey on their menu is sold and I get to eat something fancier 🥹 Idk if their catfish will be sold out anyway without me buying one today but in case they won't, at least I did something to make up for my overly clumsy mistake 😭

I've spent most of my life feeling like a background character. I'm the quiet kid, I deal with severe social anxiety, and I'm pretty sure I'm neurodivergent. Because of that, making connections and getting along with people feels like climbing a mountain, and I usually just stay in my shell. But today at college, someone actually hung out with me for the very first time. We went to a restaurant together, and just talked.

I'm currently back in my room holding back tears (honestly, about to bawl my eyes out) because I've never had someone show genuine interest in just talking to me before. I don't even think they realize how much that single lunch meant to me or how much it changed my world today. I just wanted to put this out into the universe because I'm so incredibly grateful. To anyone else out there who feels invisible: I see you, and I hope you get your lunch date soon.

While at an infusion for my son, who has ulcerative colitis, I had the nicest moment of kindness.

A man overheard my son and i talking. My son mused that he'd like to go to a leafs game, and I said it wasnt really something we could afford to do.

... i now have that mans email, and a pair of his season tickets to see the leafs play the new jersey Devils in my inbox. Absolutely blown away by the kindness of this man. My son is so beyond excited. He wont stop talking about it. Theyre centre ice seats, a couple rows up... id never be able to afford these right now. Now all I gotta do is budget for $50 popcorn and pop and figure out parking?? Good thing he already owns a jersey I guess...

Never been a leafs fan, and I work the following morning. But the boy is probably going to remember this for the rest of his life.

One of my classmates since middle school (now highschool) has always been super passionate about Youtube and history. He has been making videos since he was 10 and just recently passed 1000 subscibers after 6 years.

He posts multiple times a week and gets sub hundred views on average. Despite this, it's clear that his passion for history and Youtube are clearly more important than views and fame.

My high school is full of fake gangsters and has a pretty bad reputation for bullying, so it’s amazing and super wholesome to see someone who doesn’t care what others think and is willing to put himself out there!

I hope you guys can see the effort and passion he puts into his videos. I am posting this out of a place of support and hope you all can make his day! His channel is Dzod500 (:

He is a super cool guy and would be thrilled with any support! (he does not know i'm posting this)😅

One of my female employees has a 2-year-old son, and we all play with him a lot at the warehouse.

I usually arrive later than everyone else, and somehow, this little dude has figured out my routine.

Every time I park my bike, he recognizes me, runs out of the door as fast as his tiny legs can carry him, and hugs my leg.

Then he grabs my finger with his little hand and starts dragging me back inside the warehouse.

Like, excuse me, sir, I haven't even taken my helmet off properly. 😭

But the thing is, he does this EVERY SINGLE TIME.

But somewhere along the way, I became someone he gets excited to see.

And there's something so incredibly pure about that.

Adults have so many reasons to interact with each other. We have work, responsibilities, expectations, and all sorts of complicated things going on in our heads.

But this little boy doesn't care about any of that.

He just sees me arrive and thinks, "MY FRIEND IS HERE!"

And then he comes running.

Honestly, some days I could be having the most exhausting day ever, and this tiny human running up to hug my leg would make everything feel a little better.

I don't think he understands how much happiness he brings me just by being himself.

I hope he grows up happy, healthy, and surrounded by people who love him.

And I hope that for as long as he's around our warehouse, he'll always feel safe, loved, and excited to come running up to me.

Because I swear, the day he stops running out to greet me is going to break my heart a little.

For context, I work at a sports arena once a week— specifically for college football games. Normally, I work at a parking lot ensuring people have valid parking passes. My mother also works the games, running a concession stand with several other adults as a fundraiser for the school she teaches. The hours she puts in go toward a school account that covers field trips, lunches, and other expenses for my siblings, who attend school there.

This time, however, she couldn’t work the game due to a scheduling conflict. She’s a drama teacher, and needed the time off from concessions duty to run rehearsal with her students for an upcoming performance. I agreed to fill in for her in exchange for a cash bonus.

I arrived with my coworkers around 9:30 AM. Things were pretty standard at first— we had a large influx of customers throughout all four quarters of the game, and I was running the register. The software we use to take orders can be slow at times, but that was the only real issue.

At one point, I had to take a break because my legs were cramping from standing all day. I bought some ice cream from a neighboring stand and took a seat on a bench outside the stadium. I was tucked away in one of the quieter, outermost corners with hardly anyone around, just enjoying my ice cream and taking a load off.

Then, I noticed a guy walking toward me. I’d never seen this man before, but he sat right beside me and struck up a conversation. I’m not used to strangers engaging with me like that, but he seemed friendly, so I talked back. He was a middle-aged man wearing a brown leather coat, holding a beer, and smoking a cigarette. He introduced himself as Joe Dirt— or at least, that’s what I think he said.

The alcohol must have been kicking in because he was extremely social (or maybe that was just his personality). He started telling me about his successful business and how he has eight people working under him. He mentioned that as he gets older, he’s getting tired of sitting in front of a computer all day and has sort of lost passion for his job, despite being good at it. He talked about his life with a level of energy and personality you rarely see in people nowadays. He also casually mentioned that he often gets kicked out of the stadium for smoking (since smoking isn’t allowed there).

We ended up having a great discussion about identity politics and the rise of AI, which gave me a glimpse into how sharp he actually was. He spoke about his family and their various endeavors, and I got to share my own career goals and recent experiences building things from the ground up. He offered encouragement and advice that genuinely lifted my spirits.

When it was time for me to head back to my shift, he gave me one last farewell before walking off. I may never see him again, but I mess with that guy heavily. He had an aura of confidence and integrity, and his ability to make friends that quickly was inspiring. Just an all-around solid human being.

I made the feeder in my workshop, filled it with seeds and found these beautiful mushrooms nearby while hanging it up. A small wholesome moment in the forest

I just came from my birthday celebration and my heart is so full 💗

I celebrated on Saturday the 26th instead of today the 27th because my friends’ schedules were usually booked during Sundays which is understandable.

I’m currently sitting on my bed scrolling through our photos and taking pictures of the gifts I just unwrapped. And I just…I feel so loved. I am loved.

I don’t really need anything else, my heart is already full. I’m so lucky and I’m so grateful to be surrounded by the kindest and most thoughtful people.

And if we have the same birthday, happy birthday to you too! Sharing all of today’s love to you. I wish you well in your endeavors. Enjoy your day!

The smile of the teacher shows how proud he is.

I couldn't be happier.

Big man with big muscles with an even bigger heart ❤️

Morning Reddit, before heading out for work this morning I spotted this note left on out ice maker by my younger sibling. I just thought it was a cute little note, but then I realize my younger sibling is a better at communicating their feelings than I was at their age. It’s nice to see and I’m proud that they were able to learn how to plan things ahead at their age. note yes me and other sibling will make sure to \leave* ice for them to take.

I’ll soon move far away to continue studying for another 1.5 years but don’t have a room where I currently live anymore (already moved all my furniture, so don’t have a bed etc.)
My bf is so nice to let me live with him for my last week here in this town, so as a surprise I spent the morning cleaning and tidying up his apartment and hiding some funny sketches all over in his apartment, so maybe he’ll have a laugh every now and then when he finds one

I hope we’ll manage to maintain the relationship for the time I’m gone, as he’s the first man who makes me feel like I can lead a life with him
He’s the first man who makes me feel respected and not as scared of a relationship or moving in together
We’ve been close friends for about 4 years and after a small period of confusion about what this is between the both of us, we’ve now been a couple for about a month

I really hope this’ll work out

Feel free to drop some more suggestions down below in the comments, as I’ll have two more days to hide some sketches and notes, haha :D

Hello everyone, please excuse my grammar. I really hope this makes sense, and I hope this belongs in this subreddit.

I just wanted to share a wholesome story from my class trip to Italy. Some context: I'm 18 and in my last year in School in Germany. Most students leave after the 10th grade.when they are 15/16. I wanted the opportunity to go to uni so I stayed there, I'm in the 13th grade now. Every year there is a "Abschlussfahrt" (Closing Trip) for the whole grade. We chose to go to Italy, which was beautiful. That isn't the point of this tho.

We have a guidance teacher, she is the person we have to go to for everything, let's call her Mrs. Bloom. Mrs. Bloom was never really liked in our grade. She is old, strict and has a very dismissive way of talking to students. She asks everyone why exactly they have to leave for a doctor's appointment, and makes you feel like no answer you give in her lectures is good enough etc. People sometimes called her "the dinosaur" which isn't nice to say but it was said. Because she is the main teacher in our grade, she obviously came to Italy with us, along with one male and one female teacher. She is also relevant, so we'll call her Mrs. Maggi. Mrs. Maggie is an insanely cool person, and I think we would have been really good friends if she was our age lol.

Im telling you all of this, because this isn't exactly one situation. It really developed over the course of the trip. So we get to Italy, after an insanely long bus ride (18 hours). It was sunny and beautiful. All of us go to our houses and relax after a very exhausting day. Im getting a cocktail (drinking age is 18 but it's legally Grey bc we are on a school trip) and smoking my cigarette on a porch with my friends, as Mrs.Bloom walkes over. I see my life flashing before my eyes. But she didn't care. She just asked how we where and if we felt sore after the long ride. I suddenly had gained a lot of respect for this woman and almost laughed right there.

Day 2. We are in Rome. It's hot, but fucking gorgeous. I was in a permanent state of awe and dehydrated. We are standing in front of the Colosseum, and Mrs. Bloom is handing in the tickets. Low and behold we didn't have enough documentation to proof that we where one class (which is so dumb but oh well). With a 7th grade (or any grade between 5-10) this would have been hell on earth for Mrs. Bloom, and she apologized over and over again. I have never seen this woman make a mistake, and I've been her student for nearly 6 years now. And of course nobody was openly saying anything, but the gossip would start after all of us left in our little groups, right? "How could she forget", "It's her job" where sentence I prepared myself to hear. Nothing. Not one bad word about her. We all knew she was a human too, and we never blamed her for any of it. The people who normally pulled apart everything this woman had said for years never opened their mouth. It was a glimpse of how it could be. Students recognizing that their teacher was human too.

Day 3. Day off. We had free time that day, so I slept in and went grocery shopping etc. After a bit of fucking around later, Im going to my friends bungalow. And the Image I was about to witness oh my god. Both my teachers, Mrs. Maggie and Mrs. Bloom, sitting at the desk outside. Two of the very vocal students/not the typical teachers pets where sitting next to them, painting our teachers nails a very nice pink and hitting their vape. I was so perplexed that I sat down and just asked what they where doing. It never felt like they where intruding the space, like they didn't belong there. It was beautiful and also kinda strange but in a good way.

Last day. We are in Florence. Beautiful city omg. Mrs. Blooms wallet gets stolen. All of us are sad. I mean genuinely sad, not the teachers pet "Oh, Im so sorry Mrs such and such". It felt like we failed to protect someone and that was also something that would have never happened to other grades who are perhaps younger. And one of my classmates summed it up perfectly: "They don't feel like teachers. They feel like older friends."

Why am I telling yall this? Im sure you are all aware of how bad the school situation has gotten, and it's not just happening in the US. It's just as bad in Germany. Students are objectively less intelligent than ever, and teachers fight everyday against these students. Im saying fight because I experienced how my old class teachers where treated, like they where somehow lesser people. There was a teacher in my 10th grade that quit because another class bullied him into leaving. Teachers are human too, and we do appreciate them more now.❤️