Though it seems we are inundated with news of disaster and tragedy, all of which have beget desensitization, disillusionment, and inaction, there are still wholesome stories worth sharing. These Reddit users write about the little moments of hope they have experienced, and which serve as a reminder that despite what the media covers we are still capable of acts of kindness and generosity.
This list of wholesome acts that will restore your faith in humanity reveals that there are still good people out there, and that there is more to life than the hard realities we read about every day.
From Redditor /u/1drose:
I had a teacher in high school who had a reputation as being the super tough, mean, older African American lady. She taught health class. There was a mandatory CPR class that we had to pay for, and there was no way I could pay for anything in those days. CPR day came, and she told me to go with the other students. I gave her a confused look to which she replied "You’re good baby." And she had paid for me.
Later in the year, I fell asleep in her class. It was a home game day (basketball), and she told me to lay back down after the bell had rung. It was the last period of the day, she told me she'd wake me up before I had to report to the gym. She dimmed the lights, and played some light jazz while she did her work at the computer. I hadn't been sleeping well at home and I'm guessing she knew. I woke up when she brought the lights back up and she handed me one of her "cup of soups" she had warmed up. We never really spoke much, but she had my back and I made sure she knew I had hers.
On senior night, they introduce the players and say some stuff about them as they walk to center court, typically with parents arm in arm. When it was almost my time to walk, she saw that I was alone. Bless her heart, she about fell down from her seat running towards me. She put her arm through mine and just looked forward, chin up proud as hell as they read my stats/grades/etc. I remember that walk and how I wish I had a picture or recording from that day showing how big I must have been smiling. My friends' mothers had tears in their eyes. They made sure to invite me to dinner with them after the game and I made sure it was ok that I brought my teacher. She politely declined and just told me she was proud of me.
After I graduated, and was a bit better on my feet, I returned to visit her. It was honestly the only thing that could get me back in that place. Each time I'd bring flowers and/or food and made sure to do it in front of students and made sure they knew to respect her.
From Redditor /u/YeahIprobablydidit:
When I first had foster children placed with me after bedtime my pitbull would go into each room and check on the kids and then sleep in the hallway. If any woke crying in the night she would crawl into bed with them.
From Redditor /u/wreck_it_rita:
When my youngest brother was about 8 or 9-years-old (he's 12 now), he came home with a "Student of the Month" paper in his folder. He heard that the school custodian had recently come back from having back surgery, so after lunch he gathered a few of his buddies and they swept the cafeteria to give the custodian a break. He was so humble about it too, he didn't care that he got noticed.
I just remember being so proud and crying a bit, because although I knew he is a good nugget, I just didn't expect him to go out of his way at such a young age - and to get his buddies to follow. Makes my heart happy.
From Redditor /u/Sunnyhunnibun:
When I was a preschool teacher, we had one kid who was our certified cheer-upper. If someone was crying, she'd get a tissue, walk over, carefully blot their eyes and make them blow their nose. All while saying, "It's okay, You're okay." Eventually they'd stop crying, she'd take their hand and they'd go play. She was a little angel.