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What's your favourite heartwarming story?

So many serious questions. It would be great to hear about an experience that put a smile on your face. Consider it a collection of happiness for a rainy day.

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    Oct 12 2013: I posted this question, and yet I find it difficult to answer it. It seems the events in my life more often than not resonate because of the dire nature of the situation. Simple, personal, unadorned kindness too often slips by unnoticed.

    Someone who takes the time to make sure the door doesn't close on me as they enter in front of me.

    The cashier who takes the time to be present and engaged in the moment. Who sees me as a person and not an obligation.

    The child who is so fully immersed in life that they have no sense of being separate from it.

    The person who finds unity in the senseless grief of broken trust.

    There are so many small moments that have the power to give me hope. Hope that seems so much more meaningful than the complex fiction of contrived ideologies.

    I need to take the time to be aware of the everyday kindness that surrounds me. It is truly more remarkable than the news of the day.
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    Oct 12 2013: I have read many touching stories....usually they are about teachers and students. Hope you enjoy this one. :)

    The Friend List (Author Unknown)

    One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name..

    Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

    It took the remainder of the class period to finish the assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

    That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

    On Monday, she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much," were most of the comments.

    No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on ...

    Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

    The church was packed with his friends. One by one, those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.

    As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."

    After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
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    Oct 28 2013: A little boy wanted to meet God. He packed his suitcase with Twinkies, some root beers, and started on his journey. Soon he met an old man sitting in the park staring at the pigeons. The boy sat down and offered the old man a Twinkie. He accepted it with a smile. The little boy was so taken by the old man's smile that he offered him a root beer. Once again, without speaking, the old man smiled.

    The two sat all afternoon eating and smiling without saying a word. As it grew dark the boy knew that he needed to get back home. He got up, took a few steps, and then ran back to the old man and gave him a hug which resulted in the biggest smile of the day.

    When the boy got home, his mother asked where he had been. She noticed the smile on his face. He said, "I've been at the park having lunch with God. He has the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. When the old man got home, his adult son asked, "How was your day, Dad?" The old man, who had lost his wife a few months earlier, said, "I've been at the park eating Twinkies with God and he is a lot younger than I expected."

    Jesus said, "When you have done it unto the least of these, you have done it unto me."
  • Oct 22 2013: The milking story:
    As a young boy I was raised on a small farm with the usual cows, pigs, chickens, turkeys, horses, sheep and dogs. All had to be fed, watered and waste removed. In our barn we had hay, straw and sections for each of the animals to get out of the rain or snow. My first job in the morning was to light the oil heater which was turned off at night to conserve fuel, then thaw out the water pump outside with fire and break the ice on our watering barrel and fill it up for the outside animals. I would then go to our shed and fill up buckets with grain to feed the various animals. In the winter I had to carry this stuff to the barn through three or four feet of snow, but this story happened in the summertime when some of my folks friends showed up to visit from Salt Lake City with there cute, petit little son two years younger than me. Quite adorable to them, the light of there life, with his cute matching pants and shirt. His pale smooth white skin looked like he had never been outside in the sunshine, ever. A delightful lad he laughed at anything and was insanely curious about everything as he run around the yard like a chicken with it’s head cut off at harvest time. “Now you be careful Johnny and don’t get dirty” his mother said. The words were still ringing in my ears as my Dad told me to take him along as I was about to milk the cow. “Do you want to go see the cows Johnny?” his mother asked. “Oh yeaaaa” he said and off we went to the barn., just a couple of kids having fun. I ask him to carry the bucket so he would feel like he was doing something.
  • Oct 22 2013: End of milking story:
    At the barn I put a bunch of hay in front of the cow so she would stand still and eat while I milked her. Have you ever milked a cow Johnny? I already knew the answer. So, I explain it to him, see under here these are tits, that is where the milk comes out so I pulled up my stool and placed the bucket under the tits. Now it is your job to pump the tail so the milk will come out. I positioned him behind the cow and helped him raise and lower the tail a couple times then got back on my stool with the bucket under the cows udder. What happened next was a pure coincidence and the most amazing site I have ever witnessed. Johnny was pumping and delighted with his job as he kept saying “I’m milking a cow, I’m milking a cow”. Just about mid sentence the cow began to defecate and belched at the same time sending an enormous amount of fertilizer exploding onto Johnny’s pale white face and into his wide open mouth.
    I fell off my stool laughing but had to take him still choking, spiting and turning green colors back to the yard to be cleaned off with the hose. Now his parents where screaming and running around acting crazy. It was the only time my dad has given me a whoopin with a huge grin on his face. Was the whoopin worth it? Absolutely, to this day I can still see that look of horror on Johnny’s face as he learned how to milk a cow.

    Yea, that's a different boy but the very same look on my profile.
  • Oct 19 2013: Part one of story...
    A fellow I will call Keith (for lack of a better name) was introduced by San his ex-wife to a French lady called Maddie who because of her tight schedule insisted on hiking the 11 mile Kalalau trail during the rainy season (suicide) before returning to France. The idiot (we called Keith) insisted on accompanying Maddie because of the known danger involved (not because she was a 22 year old beauty) (it did not even occur to him that the ex-wife may have ulterior motives in sending him on a suicide mission).
    I’m skipping the first 9 miles in the mud and rain where she fell in a river and would have washed out to sea if I had not dragged her to safety and mountains I had to drag her up one side and hold her from sliding down the other side.

    By 8PM it is so dark and stormy that viability was about six feet and keeping on the right trail was next to impossible. Several times I had to scout out ahead on what I thought was the trail and then come back and get her. That’s when it happened. We were coming around the side of the mountain where it was at least a 400 foot drop off a sheer cliff into the rocks below. I was not sure if we were on the right path so I told her to wait while I scouted out ahead. I was only about 20 feet in front of her when I discovered I was on an old abandoned trail that disappeared ahead. I knew I had to go back to find the right trail above. As I turned my feet began to slide in the mud on the trail and I knew there was no where else to put my feet so I looked up and saw some grass and brush above me on the side of the mountain. Instinctively as a last resort I reached and grabbed a hand full of grass with one hand and the dead brush in the other so I could pull myself up and get a better footing with my feet.
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    Oct 12 2013: Con't.........

    "We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."

    Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.

    “Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."

    All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."

    Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."

    "I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary"

    Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists"

    That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

    The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.

    So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.
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      Oct 12 2013: A beautiful story Mary.
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        Oct 12 2013: I am very glad that you enjoyed it.
        I think heartwarming stories happen to us all the time, but we just don't take enough notice......or if we do we hold them dear an close, and we do not share because others will think less of us for feeling so tender and moved by a seemingly insignificant event.

        Gord, thank you for your comment favorite line......." Hope that seems so much more meaningful than the complex fiction of contrived ideologies."

        Have a beautiful weekend. :)
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    Nov 2 2013: Several years ago in early Winter as the sun was going down and the cold of night began to set in, I spotted an elderly man hitchhiking at the side of the interstate ramp as I was heading back home. I pulled over and he climbed inside, and he was shivering. I scolded him for being out in the Winter hitchhiking and he told me he'd been a hitchhiker since he was age 11, and he was now 83!
    I took him home, let him shower and he insisted on sleeping on the floor and just asked for a blanket.
    He stayed a couple days with me; we talked about his life. I learned he had an ex-wife and children in another country, and asked if I could look on the internet for them and he said yes. I found photos of his wife and children and showed them to him. He left, and a couple days later I was able to find the one daughter's email address. I sent her an email with my phone number. I got a phone call from her -- she told me she hadn't heard a word about her father for 8 years! So I got to tell her where he was living, how he was and she was so relieved to hear he was still alive.
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      Gord G

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      Oct 31 2013: I find it sad how quickly kindness is dismissed as naive sentimentality. It's easier to harden oneself, than risk exposing vulnerability.

      ET is a fiction....but you probably knew clever.
  • Oct 19 2013: End of story...
    It was to late and the wet sod and dead branches where coming out by the roots. There was nothing to grab and nowhere to go but down the cliff to a certain death. I said my peace and was ready to visit the next world.
    That’s when out of nowhere I saw a hand stretched out to me and I grabbed it with both hands and he pulled me up the mountain with ease onto the trail above. (I weighed 240 and my wet pack was at least 50 lbs) Nobody in this world reaches down and grabs 290lbs daggling off the side of a mountain in the dark, mud and rain!
    My first concern was Maggie and I turned and called out to her to wait and I would be right there and then I started to thank him profusely as I turned back around.
    He was not there! I looked at the mud on the trail.... Only my foot prints. When I got to Maddie she asked who I was talking to. I said did a man come by her, she said no.
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      Gord G

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      Oct 19 2013: Harrowing.
  • Oct 14 2013: Not too long ago I was able to be present at the wedding of two men. They had been together for over 20 years when the state they lived in finally legalized marriage for them. I'll call them Brian and Doug. Brian's family was very accepting and open and cared deeply for Brian and Doug. Doug's family, on the other hand had thrown Doug out many years before and had wanted nothing to do with him. When it came time for the ceremony Brian's family planned a small change to the ceremony with the minister. After he asked each "Do you take this man", the minister said to the congregation and said, "Do you take this couple as part of your family?" The plan had been made by Brian's parents. They wanted Doug to know he had a family that would love him. So, when the minister asked the question he was speaking to Brian's parents who immediately stood and said, "We do." But, with n idea what was going to happen, all of Brian's family, brothers, sister, cousins, aunts Uncles - the entire clan stood and said, "We do." The entire congregation then stood. Brian and Doug wept heartily and lived happily ever after.
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      Oct 19 2013: What a wonderful affirmation of 20 years of bliss.