The stories of HeroicStories.
Pam Williams Angerhofer
Burr Ridge, Il
My sister’s friend since preschool was getting married, and I had been invited back to my hometown to her bridal shower. I set out with my two-month-old son from my home in the Chicago suburbs to make the 135-mile drive through the cornfields of central Illinois.
I stop to pick up a young mother instantly regretting it… until this encounter teaches a huge lesson about doing the right thing.
I young woman’s gift of organ donation helps many people, and their families live a normal life.
by Joseph Hili
Gozo, Malta
I live in the island nation of Malta. When I was young and attending the secondary school in the late 50’s, I had to study by the light of a kerosene lamp. Since there was no electric service in our area, we had no electricity at home. When finally the electricity passed our house, in 1961, I called a local electrician to come and install electricity in our house. He promised to come, but he never did it.
by M. H. Niemann
Texas, USA
It was too early and still dark at 5:30 a.m. as I drove through Houston, Texas on the way to my parents’ house for our 2008 Thanksgiving dinner.
by Betty J Rosentrater
California, USA
My sons — hyperactive, red-haired Ray and super-sensitive, artistic Eldon — were excited and happy. At four and six they no longer needed to tiptoe quietly through the house during the day while their Poppy slept. Finally, the family could eat breakfast together. And he would be back home in time for play before supper. My husband had been working night shift setting type at a publishing house in Kansas City, Missouri. But now that wretched night shift was at an end.
by Dawn
North Carolina, USA
Several years ago we moved to North Carolina. My husband headed to his new job, and I remained behind to sell our house and arrange the move. During this stressful time there was one crisis after another, including a dear friend’s suicide.
Nicole Koon
Arizona, USA
My son experiences social challenges due to having autism. We often see how he is different from those around him, but on one particular afternoon, we got to see how much he is the same, thanks to some amazing middle school kids.
by Andara Bledin
California, USA
In the late ’80s, my brother, David, barely a teenager, took his first long trip on his own, to visit my grandmother.
Suddenly, in the garage, there were sacks and sacks of groceries… with chips and so much more!