• Stereotypes fall with a simple act of groovy kindness.

      Let the Sun Shine
    • A man sells his only means of production – a sewing machine – so that his new American sister-in-law can make ends meet and complete her school project.

      The Tailor’s Sacrifice
    • In the mountains of Lesotho, a poor school teacher changes the countryside … one tree at a time.

    • A Taiwanese taxi driver, troubled by the implications of saving a suicidal girl, gets thoughtful advice from a young psychology student.

      The Troubled Mr. Wong
    • Alone for Christmas, a deaf man receives a wonderful holiday message … with words he can’t even hear.

      Unexpected Joy
    • At the depths of despair an addict recovers thanks to the help of a caring coworker with whom he was inspired to share his story.

      Talk With Bob and Be Honest
    • A neighborhood and even strangers come together to help a family after a house fire and in doing so remind us all of the human spirit.

      In the Hearts of Mankind
    • by Damon Guy
      High Wycombe, Buckinghamshire, England

      About 10 years ago I taught a group of children to sail. They were bright, enthusiastic and as keen to enjoy life as any other child. All however, had a serious disability. Three were in wheelchairs, paralyzed from the waist down. One was nearly blind and had a deformity of his right arm. Two were able to walk with difficulty, afflicted with Cerebral palsy.

      The seventh little boy I will never forget. I will call him Matthew. He too had cerebral palsy […]

      Matthew Sails
    • by Crystal C.
      Oregon, USA

      Early in 1999, our family had to drive several hundred miles to Billings, Montana, to visit a hospitalized family member. Between travel, lodging and having given most of our available cash to help relatives out with expenses, we had very little money when we left to return home. It was dusk when we drove out of Billings.

      We didn’t notice at first that our headlights were dimming, and that’s probably why we missed the exit for the interstate leading home. After about 40 miles […]

      How Could She Tell?
    • by Tilas T
      Yukon Territory, Canada

      On Christmas night 2003 in Watson Lake, Yukon Territory, Canada, it was snowing and around -20C (-4F). My brother had to work the graveyard shift at the local hotel. So, my Mom made up a big plate of dinner to take to him.

      While we were delivering the works (including pie), a man at the front counter was renting a room. He saw the plate of food, smiled and said “Oh wow, homemade Christmas dinner.”

      “Haven’t you had dinner yet?” asked Mom. He […]

      Yukon Dinner for Five
    • by Jane E. Silver
      Colorado, USA

      In my young life, during the time that my father was very ill, my brothers and I were placed in foster care so that my mother could do what had to be done, earn a living. This was a completely voluntary solution, though imperative, since we were all very young.

      An agency through the Catholic Diocese and Los Angeles County screened these households during the early 1950s, and compensated those providing service. Some people apparently see foster care as a great way […]

      The Plowman
    • by The Sister E. Izawa
      Oregon, USA

      I know very little about Mike the cabbie, really. I know he has his own family with grown kids, and that his wife also works for the cab company. In my city, we typically do not “hail” cabs on the street, but instead call ahead and arrange for pickup. This is where Mike comes in.

      There are a lot of people out there who look for disadvantaged individuals like my brother, “Jack”, to manipulate, to cheat, and steal from. We’ve met […]

      Mike the Cabbie
    • by Jeremy
      Virginia, USA

      On February 16th 2003, Virginia was being dumped on. Locally we had four or five inches of sleet, snow and ice, and were better off than much of the state, so I guess we were lucky. But things were messy enough that nobody was going anywhere if they didn’t have to.

      At our bed and breakfast, my wife Diana and I said goodbye to the guests, cleaned rooms and sat down for a cup of tea. Then Christina, our next door neighbor, rang the […]

      Through the Passage
    • by The Recovered Addict
      Ohio, USA

      I was 20 years old in 1960. A year earlier I had started traveling with the goal of visiting all the National Parks, but somehow I had gotten sidetracked into drugs. In late 1960, I was in New York City, using amphetamines, singing for a living, and sleeping on rooftops.

      Sometimes I worked packing boxes for minimum wage, and I sang on the streets or in coffee houses for tips when I wasn’t high on some substance or other. I’m 6 feet […]

      A Saint in New York
    • by Sheila Sullivan
      Colorado, USA

      Twelve years ago I was divorced. My job paid about six dollars an hour; I had twin 13-year-old daughters and a 15-year-old son. My mother let me use her home while she moved into an apartment when she could no longer climb her stairs. My mortgage payment took over half my paycheck. Needless to say money was very tight.

      That winter one of my daughters was very ill and I took her to the doctor. We got a prescription, but I had no […]

      A Generous Woman
    • by Bob Blees
      Missouri, USA

      It had been a long, hard week, and I was heading home one day in 1994. I was a computer consultant, specializing in on-site training, which meant I was a typical road warrior. My work “week” normally started Sunday morning when I caught a flight to wherever I would teach the next week, and ended with a flight home on Friday, arriving home around midnight.

      Trying to be a good trainer was rewarding but exhausting. Anyone who’s taught knows that you have to be […]

      One Person Can Make A Difference
    • by Joanne Smarney
      Michigan, USA

      In 1990 I was working in the downtown area in Flint, Michigan. I was at the Genesee County Drain Commissioner’s Office, very near the county court buildings. The day was extremely cold and windy, but I decided to take my morning break outside. I wanted to walk around the building to clear my head and get a break from the clamor inside. My morning had been extremely busy and noisy, with phones ringing and everyone in the office talking at the same time.

      Freezing […]

      In the Crosswalk
    • by Judith Cameron Wagner
      Texas, USA

      My Dad, one of only two physicians in a four-county area, worked at least 18 hours a day, seven days a week. Twice monthly, while the other doctor covered the practice, he had free time from Saturday noon to 6:00 a.m. Sunday. Our family trekked one Saturday monthly over winding, potholed roads to visit grandparents. Our night return trip seemed endless.

      Often, after early supper at grandmother’s table, we three children were dropped at a movie so the grownups could indulge in adult […]

      The Value of a Half Dollar
    • by Thomas Horne
      Maryland, USA

      December 24, 1988 our firehouse ambulance was racing in response to a baby being shaken out a window three stories in the air. Police were also en route. Dispatch relayed that the baby was being used to extort money from the mother. On arrival we indeed saw a baby being waved out a window by his feet three stories up.

      As we ran up the stairs my partner said, “Distract the guy for a minute, I’ll get the baby.”

      A crying 5-year-old child opened […]

      Elves On a Ladder Truck
    • by Kelsey Goff
      Richmond, Virginia, USA

      About two years ago while working downtown at our company’s headquarters I met a man I’ll call “Martin”. At the time, the company was downsizing. Again. Reducing the work force for six years caused the stock to go up, but it often had the opposite effect on morale.

      I’m a morning person, and start my work day around 6:30 a.m. I get off work early for time with my loved ones. Almost every morning I saw Martin on the elevator. We were […]

      My Elevator Friend

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  • A construction worker laments his painful winter-cracked hands until he sees a man delivering newspaper bundles… a man with no hands.
  • A retiree spends his time assisting grade-schoolers. Not until his memorial service did his family learn of the magnitude of the difference he made in the lives of others.
  • Klansmen burn a cross in the yard of a Mississippi civil rights worker. She scares them off… then brings her children out to toast marshmallows over the burning cross.
  • A grandmother remembers her childhood Christmas Eve in a home with no heat. On Christmas morning she found a tree, gifts for all the kids… even heat.
  • A driver’s headlights quit on the highway at night. Another driver slows, turns on his brights, lights her way for over an hour to her exit… then turns around to drive back to his original destination

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