Touching stories rarely appear on the front pages, which is probably why it seems that nothing good and good is happening in the world. But as these little love stories show, beautiful things happen every day.

They're all from a site called Makesmethink, a place where people share their pause-to-think stories, and we're sure you'll agree that these little funny stories are thought-provoking. Be careful though: some of them can lift your spirits, while others can move you to tears...

"Today I realized that my dad is the most best dad which I could only dream of! He loving husband my mom (always makes her laugh), he comes to all my football matches since I was 5 years old (now I'm 17) and is a real mainstay for our family.

This morning, while looking through my dad's toolbox for pliers, I found a dirty, folded piece of paper at the bottom. It was an old diary entry in my father's handwriting, dated exactly one month before my birthday. It read: "I'm 18 years old, college dropout alcoholic, child abuse victim, person with a conviction for auto theft. And next month, 'teenage father' will be added to that list. But I swear that From now on, I will do everything right for my little girl. I will be the father I never had." And I don't know how he did it, but he did it."

"Today I told my 18-year-old grandson that when I was in school, no one invited me to prom. That same evening, he showed up at my house in a tuxedo and took me to his prom as a date."

"My 88-year-old grandmother and her 17-year-old cat are both blind. Usually, my grandmother is led around the house by her guide dog. But in Lately The dog also leads her cat around the house. When the cat meows, the dog comes up to her and rubs against her, after which she follows him to her food, to her "toilet", to the other end of the house to sleep, and so on.

"Today, as I was coming to my office door at 7 am (I'm a florist), I saw a uniformed soldier waiting. He stopped by on his way to the airport - leaving for one year in Afghanistan. He said: "Usually every Friday I bring home a bunch of flowers to my wife and don't want to disappoint her while I'm gone." He then placed an order for 52 bouquets of flowers to be delivered to his wife's office every Friday afternoon. discount".

“Today I walked my daughter down the aisle. Ten years ago, I carried a 14-year-old boy out of his mother’s SUV on fire after a serious accident. Doctors initially said that he would never walk. My daughter visited him in the hospital several times with me "Then I began to come to him myself. Today I watch him, contrary to all the forecasts of doctors, stand at the altar on his two legs and smile, putting a ring on my daughter's finger."

“Today, by mistake, I accidentally sent my father a message saying “I love you” that I wanted to send to my husband. A few minutes later I received a reply: “I love you too. Dad. "It was so! We so rarely say words of love to each other."

“Today, when she came out of a coma that she was in for 11 months, she kissed me and said:“ Thank you for being here and telling me these beautiful stories without losing faith in me ... And yes, I will come out marry you".

"Today we have a 10-year wedding anniversary, but since my husband and I have recently been unemployed, we agreed not to give each other any gifts this time. When I woke up in the morning, my husband was already up. I went downstairs and saw beautiful field flowers scattered all over the house. There were about 400 flowers in total, and he didn't spend a dime on them."

"Today my blind friend explained to me in vivid colors how beautiful his new girlfriend is."

"My daughter came home from school and asked where she could learn sign language. I asked why she needed it, and she replied that they had a new girl that she is deaf, understands only sign language, and has no one to talk to."

“Today, two days after my husband’s funeral, I received a bouquet of flowers that he ordered for me a week ago. The note read: “Even if the cancer wins, I want you to know that you are the girl of my dreams.”

"Today I reread the suicide letter I wrote on September 2, 1996 - 2 minutes before my girlfriend appeared at the door and said:" I'm pregnant. "I suddenly felt that I had a reason to live. Now she is my wife "We have been happily married for 14 years. And my daughter, who is almost 15 years old, has two younger brothers. I reread my dying letter from time to time to feel gratitude again - gratitude for having received a second chance at life and love." .

"Today my 12-year-old son Sean and I went to the nursing home together for the first time in months. I usually come by myself to visit my mother who has Alzheimer's disease. When we entered the lobby, the nurse saw my son and said: " Hey Sean!" "How does she know your name?" I asked him. "Oh, I just pop in here on my way home from school to say hello to my grandma," Sean replied. I didn't even know that.

“Today, a woman who is due to have her larynx removed due to cancer enrolled in my sign language class. Her husband, four children, two sisters, brother, mother, father, and twelve close friends also enrolled with her in the same group. to be able to talk to her after she loses the ability to speak aloud."

"Recently, I went to a second-hand bookstore and bought a copy of a book that was stolen from me when I was a child. I was so surprised when I opened it and realized that it was the same stolen book! On the first page was my name and the words written by my grandfather: "I really hope that many years later this book will again be in your hands, and you will read it again."

"Today I was sitting on a park bench eating my sandwich when I saw how elderly couple stopped her car at a nearby oak tree. They rolled down the windows and turned on jazz music. Then the man got out of the car, walked around it, opened the front door where the woman was sitting, extended his hand and helped her out. After that, they moved away from the car for a few meters, and the next half danced slowly under the oak.

“Today my 75-year-old grandfather, who has been blind due to cataracts for almost 15 years, said to me: “Your grandmother is the most beautiful, right?” I paused and said: “Yes. I bet you miss the days when you could see her beauty every day.” “Honey,” Grandpa said, “I still see her beauty every day. In fact, I see her more clearly now than I did when we were young."

“Today, I was horrified to see through my kitchen window how my 2-year-old daughter slipped and fell headfirst into the pool. But before I could reach her, our Rex Labrador Retriever jumped after her, grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and pulled her up the stairs to the stairs. shallow water where she could already stand on her feet.

"Today on the plane I met the most beautiful woman. Assuming that I was unlikely to see her again after the flight, I complimented her on this occasion. She smiled at me with her most sincere smile and said: "No one has said such words to me for the last 10 years." It turned out that we were both born in the mid-1930s, both without a family, have no children and live almost 8 kilometers from each other. We agreed on a date next Saturday after we get home."

“Today, when I found out that my mother came home from work early because she had the flu, I drove home from school to Wal-Mart to buy her a can of soup. There I ran into my father, who was already at the checkout. He paid for 5 cans of soup, a pack of cold medicine, disposable tissues, tampons, 4 DVDs of romantic comedies and a bouquet of flowers. My father made me smile."

"Today I served the table of an elderly married couple. The way they looked at each other... it was obvious that they loved each other. When the man mentioned that they were celebrating their anniversary, I smiled and said, "Let me guess. You two have been together for a very, very long time." They laughed and the lady said: "Actually, no. Today is our 5th anniversary. We both outlived our spouses, but fate gave us another chance to experience love."

"Today, my grandparents, who were just over 90 and married for 72 years, died one after the other one hour apart."

"I'm 17 years old, I've been with my boyfriend Jake for 3 years, and last night was our first time together. We've never done 'this' before, there was no 'this' last night either. Instead we baked cookies, watched two comedies, laughed, played Xbox and fell asleep in each other's arms.Despite my parents' warnings, he behaved like a gentleman and best friend!"

"Today is exactly 20 years since I, risking my life, saved a woman drowning in the fast flow of the Colorado River. And that's how I met my wife - the love of my life."

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Returning home in the evening, I found my wife in the dining room, where she set the table for dinner. Taking her by the hand, he asked her to stop and sit down with me for a minute, as I need to tell her something important: "I want to file for divorce!". She was silent for a bit, and then only asked about the reason. I couldn’t give an answer, and it was my silence that drove her into a frenzy: they didn’t have dinner, it wasn’t before, she shouted something incoherently, fell silent and started screaming again ... And then she cried all night ... I understood her, but could not say nothing comforting - I stopped loving my wife and fell in love with another woman.

With a feeling of guilt, he handed her a contract to sign, according to which he left her an apartment and a car, but she tore the contract into pieces and threw them out the window. And she started crying again. I felt nothing but remorse - the woman with whom I shared 10 years of my life became an absolute stranger to me ...

I was sorry for the years spent living together with her and I wanted to quickly throw off these shackles and fly to a new one, true love… The next morning, there was a letter on the bedside table with the conditions for a divorce: my wife asked me to postpone the application for one month and continue to play the role of a prosperous family during this month. The reason was the exams that were coming to our son. And one more thing ... On the day of our wedding, I brought her into the apartment in my arms. And now she asked me to carry her out of our bedroom every morning during this month.

Since I had another woman, my wife and I have had practically no physical contact - in the morning we have a common breakfast, in the evening we have a common dinner, and sleep at opposite ends of the bed. Therefore, when I took her in my arms for the first time after a long break, I felt some kind of mental turmoil ... The applause of my son brought me back to reality - a happy smile shone on my wife's face, and for some reason it hurt me. From the bedroom to the dining room - 10 meters, and while I was carrying her in my arms, my wife closed her eyes and barely audibly whispered a request in her ear - not to talk about the divorce to our son before the appointed time.

On the second day, the role of a happy and loving husband was given to me a little easier. My wife put her head on my shoulder. And then I realized how long I had not peered into these once beloved features and how they no longer looked like those 10 years ago ... On the 4th day, taking my wife in my arms, I involuntarily thought that this woman gave me 10 years of her life ... On the 5th day, my chest ached from the insecurity of a small body and the trust with which my wife pressed against my chest. Every day it became easier and easier for me to carry her out of the bedroom.

One morning I found her before choosing clothes - it turned out that over the past time the entire wardrobe had become incredibly large for her. Only now I noticed how thin and haggard my wife was. It turns out that's why my burden lightened with each subsequent day ...

My insight was sudden, like a blow to the solar plexus. In an unconscious motion, I stroked her hair. The wife called her son and hugged us both tightly. Tears came to my throat, but I turned away, because I could not and did not want to change my mind. He took his wife in his arms again and carried him out of the bedroom. She hugged my neck, and I pressed her tightly to my chest, like on the first day of our wedding ...

In the last days of the agreed period, confusion reigned in my soul. Something changed in me, turned upside down, which I could not define ... I went to that other woman and told her that I would not divorce my wife.

On the way home, I thought that the routine and monotony family life appears not from the fact that love has gone or passed, but from the fact that people forget about the significance of each in the life of another. Turning off the path, I went in for a bouquet, and attached to it beautiful postcard with the inscription: "I will carry you in my arms until last day your life!". Gasping with excitement, with a bouquet, I entered the door. I went through the whole apartment, but found my wife in the bedroom. She was dead ... For many months, while I, blinded by love for another woman, hovered in the clouds, my wife silently struggled with a serious illness.

Knowing that she did not have long to live, she tried with the last effort of her will to save our son from stress and preserve in his eyes my image of a good father and loving husband.

I work as a technical support operator for a well-known cellular company. Different people call, everyone has their own problems. For whom the "beep" service does not work, for whom money has been written off, someone just calls and is silent ... On average, about 300 subscribers call me a day, which is about 7,500 people per month. But there was one single call that I probably will never forget.

It was already late in the evening, the end of the shift was approaching, I good mood. And then another call, a man calls, about fifty years old:
- Girl, hello! Look, please, when was the last call made from such and such a number.

I check passport data, check the number, I see that the SIM card has not been used for several months. I decided to warn that if the subscriber does not use the SIM card for 180 days, then it will be blocked.
He interrupted me:
- Yes, yes, I know. This is my wife's number...
Silence.
- Do you hear me?
- Yes, sorry ... This is my wife's number. The fact is that she died four months ago ... At the funeral, I put the phone next to her. And every evening, at nine o'clock, I call her, listen to this stupid melody from the movie "The Diamond Arm", which, for some reason, she liked so much ... And today I heard that the subscriber's phone was turned off. probably the battery is dead... I wanted to ask you not to block the SIM card. I don’t want to call and hear another melody or someone else’s voice in the receiver ... I want this phone to always be with her ...

He started crying and I got goosebumps all over my body. I had to explain what it takes to use this SIM card, at least once they called or sent an SMS, but how crazy it sounded ... Not knowing what to say, I understand that I can’t help him with anything, damn it . She began to calm him down.
“I understand… I’m sorry…”
- Girl, don't think that my head is not all right, I just love her very much ...
And hung up.

I had tears welling up, I was in a stupor. There are about 30 people on the line, and I sit and cry ...

Just think about how strong love can be, that even realizing that there’s nothing to return, nothing to fix, you call the number for the hundredth time and keep hoping ... You hope that at the other end you will again hear your beloved and painfully native voice ...

I have a general producer on one TV project - a gorgeous woman of about fifty, but looking much younger than her years. Behind her back, everyone calls her Gorgon, for her harsh temper, I guess. She is a very wealthy woman, but she has one oddity - this is her outdated mobile phone. This is indecent even for an old pensioner. And this despite the fact that she has Apple laptops and she changes them as soon as a new model appears.

At first, we told her: "Throw away this antediluvian junk, it even has a black-and-white display." To which Madame petrified, turned purple and hissed in response: "And what else do you not like about me?! I'm not paying you to give me advice about cellular communications!"

On her birthdays, the whole company chipped in on expensive smartphones several times. Madam thanked dryly ... and continued to walk with her old phone. And so for about ten years! And two months ago, during a meeting, everyone noticed with horror that the back cover of her phone was moving away and wrapped with tape right in the center of the screen. Since then, no one has even hinted to Gorgon about the latest in the field of mobile communications.

On the sidelines, jokes like "she has an egg in her phone, and death in the egg" and the like often roamed. And what can I say, if a person is driven everywhere by a personal driver - it’s stupid to teach him about life and discuss his phone tied with tape.

But I still took a chance ... I went to the Savelovsky market, tormented the surprised merchants for two hours, but found what I was looking for. The next day, while no one was there, I looked into our madam's office and said:
– Although March 8 has already passed, I still want to “bend over” and give you a chic thing.
With these words, I laid a new back cover from her old phone model on the varnished table. She unexpectedly quickly grabbed her, kissed her and ... burst into tears. Her hands did not obey and, therefore, I myself replaced the cracked cover of her phone with a new one.

When I was already at the door, the iron lady said:
Thank you, you have no idea what you've done for me. My baby will live! Look, it's just like new! You see, this phone has two minutes of dictaphone recording of my conversation with my husband. He called, congratulated me on my birthday and said how much he loves me, even sang a piece of a song about a mammoth ... Almost nine years have passed. He never returned from that trip, he died in an accident ...

So she turned out to be no Gorgon ...

spring sun and Fresh air exhausted me and I decided to sit down on a bench. Squinting slightly at the sun, I enjoyed the warm weather. From the sweet spring languor, I was brought out by a rustle behind the bench. I turned around and saw a kid of about six, who was peering intently under the bench. The boy slowly walked around the shop, still continuing to look for something under it. After the birth of my son, I became completely different, relates to children.

I'm looking at the baby. Clothing is awfully poor, but it seems to be clean. On the nose dirty spot. The look, his look startled me. There was something too grown-up, independent in him. I thought that it seemed that at the age of six there could not be such a look. But the kid looked under the bench just like that. I took out the gum and put the pad in my mouth. The kid looked at my hands for a moment, and immediately lowered his eyes to the ground.
“Uncle, lift your legs, please,” the boy said looking at me.
I was more surprised than consciously lifting my feet off the ground. The kid sat down, and carefully looked at the ground under my feet.
“And there isn’t,” the boy sighed.
- Will you chew gum? I asked, looking at this little man.
- And what is yours? I love fruit, he replied.
“I have mint,” I took out the gum and handed it to him in the palm of my hand.
He hesitated a little, took the pillow and put it in his mouth. I smiled when I saw his hands, the usual hands of a little kid, dirty to the point of horror. We looked at each other and chewed gum.
“It’s good today, it’s warm,” I said.
“There is no snow, that’s very good,” he said thoughtfully.
- What's wrong with the snow?
“Here you are, you can’t see anything under the snow,” the boy remarked.
The kid put his hands in his pockets, looked at me and said:
- I'll go, soon it will start to get dark, but I almost didn’t find anything, thanks for the chewing gum.

He turned around and, looking at the ground, walked down the alley. I can’t say for sure what exactly made me call out to him, probably some kind of adult respect for a reasonable kid.
– What are you looking for? I asked.
The kid stopped, thought a little, asked:
- You won't tell anyone?
- Hmm, no one, but what is a secret? I raised my eyebrows in surprise.
"That's my secret," the boy said.
- Okay, I persuaded, honestly, I won’t say, - I said with a smile.
- I'm looking for coins, here in the alley you can sometimes find a lot of them if you know where to look. There are a lot of them under the benches, I found a lot here last year.
- Coins? I asked.
Yes, coins.
- And that last summer, you were looking for them here too?
- Yes, I was looking for, - the face of the baby became very serious.
Did you find much today? I asked out of curiosity.
“Right now,” he said, and reached into his pants pocket.
A small hand took out a piece of paper from his pocket. The kid squatted down, unfolded the newspaper and laid it on the pavement. Several coins glittered in the newspaper. Frowning, the kid took the coins from the newspaper and put them in his small, dirty hand. At the same time, his lips moved, apparently he was very diligently counting his findings. A few minutes passed, I looked at him smiling.
“48 kopecks,” he said, pouring the coins into a newspaper, wrapping them up and putting them in his trouser pocket.
“Wow, you are so rich,” I said, smiling even more.
– No, it’s not enough, it’s not enough yet, but I’ll find a lot here over the summer.
I remembered my son, and myself, and who does not collect money for sweets or toys in childhood?
- Do you collect candy?
The kid, frowning, was silent.
- And, perhaps, on a pistol? I asked.
The kid frowned even more, and continued to be silent. I realized that with my question I had crossed some permitted line, I realized that I had touched on something very important, and maybe even personal, in the soul of this little man.
- Okay, don't be angry, good luck to you and more coins. Will you be here tomorrow? I asked.
The kid, somehow very sadly looked at me and quietly said:
- I will, I'm here every day. Unless, of course, it rains.

This is how my acquaintance began, and, subsequently, my friendship with Ilyusha (he called himself that). Every day, I came to the alley and sat on a bench. Ilya came, almost always at the same time, I asked him how was the catch? He squatted down, unfolded the newspaper and counted his coins with great diligence. There has never been more than a ruble there. After a couple of days of our acquaintance, I suggested to him:
- Ilyusha, I have a couple of coins lying around here, maybe you can take them to your collection?
The kid thought for a moment and said:
- No, it’s just not possible, my mother tells me that you always have to give something for money, how many coins do you have?
I counted the coppers in my palm.
“Exactly 45 kopecks,” I said with a smile.
- I'm right now, - and the small one disappeared into the nearest bushes.
A couple of minutes later he returned.
“Here, I give you this for coins,” the boy said and extended his hand to me.
On a child's palm, there was a stub of a red pencil, a candy wrapper and a piece of green glass from a bottle. So we made our first trade. Every day I brought him change, and left with pockets full of his treasures, in the form of beer caps, paper clips, broken lighters, pencils, small cars and soldiers. Yesterday I generally left "fabulously rich" - for 50 kopecks in change I got a plastic soldier without an arm. I tried to refuse such an unfair exchange, but the kid was firm in his decision.

But one day the kid refused the deal. No matter how I tried to persuade him, he was adamant. And the next day he refused. For several days I tried to understand why he no longer wants to take coins from me. Soon I guessed - he sold me all his simple wealth and he had nothing more to give me in return for my coins. Then I went to the trick - I came a little earlier and quietly threw a few coins under the benches. The little boy came to the alley and found my coins. He collected them, squatted at my feet, and counted them with a serious look. I got used to it, I fell in love with this peasant. I fell in love with his prudence, independence and perseverance in search of coins. But every day, I was more and more tormented by the question - why is he collecting coins for the second year? I didn't have an answer to this question.

Almost every day I brought him candy and chewing gum. Ilyusha happily ate them. And yet, I noticed that he very rarely smiled. Exactly a week ago, the baby did not come to the alley, did not come the next day, and did not come all week. I never thought that I would be so worried and waiting for him. One day I again came to that very alley in the hope of seeing Ilyusha. And when I saw him, my heart almost flew out of my chest. He sat on a bench and looked at the asphalt.
“Hi, Ilyusha,” I said, smiling with all my teeth, “why didn’t you come? Come on, the coins under the benches lie visibly-invisibly, and you are spoofing.
“I didn’t have time, I don’t need coins anymore,” he said very quietly.
I sat down on a bench next to him.
- Why are you sad, brother, what does it mean "did not have time", what does it mean "not needed"? You drop it, let's lay out what you have there, I've brought it to you, - and extended his palm with coins to him.
The kid looked at his hand and said quietly:
I don't need more coins.
I never thought that a child of six could speak with such bitterness and with such hopelessness in his voice.
- Ilyusha, what happened? – I asked, and hugged him by the shoulders, – why did you need these coins at all?
- For the folder, I collected coins for the folder, - tears flowed from the baby's eyes, children's tears.
Everything in my mouth was dry, I sat and could not utter a word.
- Why do they need a folder? – my voice treacherous broke.
The kid sat with his head down, and I saw tears fall on his knees.
- Aunt Vera says that our dad drinks a lot of vodka, and mom said that dad can be cured, he is sick, but it is very expensive, you need a lot of money, so I collected for him. I already had a lot of coins, but I didn’t have time, - tears flowed down his cheeks in a stream.
I hugged him and pulled him to me. Ilya roared out loud. I pressed him to me, stroking his head and did not even know what to say.
“The folder is no more, he died, he is very good, he is the best folder in the world, but I didn’t have time,” the kid sobbed.
I have never experienced such a shock before in my life, tears flowed from my eyes. The kid abruptly broke free, looked at me with tear-stained eyes and said:
“Thank you for the coins, you are my friend,” he turned around and, wiping his tears on the run, ran down the alley.

I cried and looked after it little man, to whom life slipped such a test at the very beginning of his journey, and understood that I could never help him. I never saw him again in the alley. Every day for a month I came to our place, but he was not there. Now I come much less often, but I have never seen him like that again - a real man Ilyusha, six years old. Until now, I throw coins under the bench, because I'm his friend - let him know that I'm there.

I did practice in pediatric neurology in a large hospital, in the department of pediatric neuropathology. Doctors there were the most experienced, 20-30 years of experience. I was immediately warned - do not caress the children! At first I even got angry - now, I think, the mallards are old, hardened to unconsciousness! Then I looked closely - dear mother! The children were brought to this department from all over the region. Naturally, without parents. And they could visit them, at best, once a month. I have never seen such "hungry for affection" eyes in my life until this moment ...

In one ward, to the boys who had a good time at a quiet hour, I read some fairy tale for 15 minutes. All honestly lay down and dozed off. But what happened next… I walked around the department like a goose on a pond – the brood accompanied me everywhere! Silently.

They followed like shadows. They were sitting at other wards when I made my rounds there. They sat outside the staff room while I wrote the case histories. They sat at the toilet, at the treatment room, at the door of the department ... I tried to frown and swear at them, they disappeared for 20 minutes and again, under any pretext, appeared next to me. They caught every word and look. It was scary…

They did not quarrel among themselves, but they did not let "strangers" into their group either. They were then 6-7 years old. I have already scolded myself a hundred times for that fairy tale... Other doctors sighed understandingly and consoled: "We'll write it out soon...". And I didn't know where to go. They happily froze during inspections and boasted to each other - with whom I stayed longer today ...

One day, on my night duty, one of them knocked on the door of the orderly and called me into the corridor: "Vaska is there ... that one ... roars ... ". Vaska was a "stranger", but even a hospital gurney could not stand his crying. He sat on the bed, hugging an empty liter milk bottle, and howled: "Mother! Where are you, mother?! Take me away from here, mother!". I sat down next to him and tried to talk to him. Tears and snot rolled down his face in a continuous layer: “My mother was here .... a long time ago ... she brought milk ... I drank ... and I have left from my mother .... only one bottle ... ".

What was he to say? How to comfort? How to caress, knowing that tomorrow you will leave, and he will howl again, but only because he was “abandoned” again ...

Here you come, sincerely caress, play and leave. And their hearts break...

“Today I returned to work for the first time after a year that I was on disability leave. There was an explosion at the factory where I work, as a result of which I was deaf in both ears. My return was a real holiday for me. see you!”, “Welcome!”, “We missed you”, and nine of my colleagues even learned sign language during my absence to make it easier for them to communicate with me and understand me.”

"Today I would visit her in the hospital for the 127th time, as I did all the previous 126 days that she was in a coma. At night I dreamed that she had died. I woke up and lay in bed wondering if I could learn live without her. And then the phone rang. It was her."

“This morning, I stopped on my way to work to help a woman change a tire. And this afternoon, this woman saved my life by accidentally meeting me in the city center and pulling me out of the road onto the sidewalk when some driver decided to rush through a red light.”

"I worked as a parenting consultant for 15 years. Years later, I ran into one of my charges. He was difficult child, constantly upset and angry at life. Once I drew Superman for him and wrote the words about how superheroes never give up and always win in the end. Now this boy is a firefighter, he saves the lives of others. We chatted with him for about half an hour, and then, before parting, he opened his wallet and showed me my Superman drawing, which he still keeps.”

"I have diabetes. My mother died two years ago and I adopted her cat Keith. I woke up at 3 a.m. recently to Keith sitting at my feet meowing. I've never heard him do that before." so loudly and insistently I got up to see what was happening and suddenly I felt severe weakness. I grabbed a glucometer to check my blood glucose levels. It went down to 53, while the doctor told me that the normal level is 70-120. Later at the hospital, they told me that if Keith hadn't woken me up, I might not have woken up.”

"Ten years ago my best friend became ill and needed a kidney transplant. I decided to become a donor for her. Today she has a wedding. She's getting married to a man she met 10 years ago in the hospital. And I'm a bridesmaid."

“There was a time when I could barely make ends meet. Once I didn’t have enough money to pay at the supermarket. When I started to unload extra products from the cart, the man who was behind me in line paid my check. I thanked him and he said that a few years ago someone did the same for him. He repaid the debt and now hope that someday I will do the same for someone.”

"Today, exactly ten months after a severe stroke, my dad got up for the first time with wheelchair alone to dance with me the father-bride dance.”

"A big stray dog ​​was chasing me from the subway almost to my house. I was already starting to get nervous. But suddenly, right in front of me, a guy with a knife in his hands appeared from somewhere and demanded my wallet. Before I could react, the dog attacked him. He threw the knife and I ran away. Now I'm home, safe and all thanks to that dog.”

“Today my son, whom I adopted eight months ago, called me mom for the first time.”

"My dad is the best dad you could ever dream of. To my mom, he's a wonderful loving husband, to me a caring father who never misses a single football match of mine, plus he's a great host in the house. This morning I reached into my toolbox for pliers father and found an old note there. It was a page from his diary. The entry was made exactly a month before my birth, it said "I am an alcoholic with a criminal past, who was kicked out of college, but for the sake of my unborn daughter, I will change and become the best father in the world. I will become for her the dad that I never had.” I don't know how he did it, but he did it.”

"I have a patient who suffers from a severe form of Alzheimer's disease. He rarely remembers his name, where he is and what he said a minute ago. But one part of his memory, by some miracle, remains untouched by the disease. He remembers his wife perfectly. Every morning he greets her with the words: "Hi, my beautiful Kate." Perhaps this miracle is called love.”

“During the school fire evacuation today, I ran outside to find the head bully in the class and saw him holding the hand of a tearful little girl and comforting her.”

“On the day my grandson had a graduation, we started talking and I complained that I never got to my graduation ball, because no one invited me. In the evening, the doorbell rang, I opened the door and saw my grandson in a tuxedo. He came to invite me to his graduation.”

“Already after my daughter’s funeral, I decided to clear the messages on my phone. I deleted all inboxes, but one remained unread. It turned out that this was the last message from my daughter, which was lost among the rest. It said: “Dad, I want you knew I was fine."

Today I stopped on my way to work to help an elderly man change a flat tire. When I got closer to him, I immediately recognized him. It was the fireman who pulled me and my mother out of a burning house 30 years ago. He and I chatted for a bit, then shook hands and simultaneously said, “Thank you.”

“When my wife gave birth to our first child and my family and I were waiting for her in the hospital, my father had a heart attack. He was immediately treated. The doctors said that he was very lucky, because if he had not been in the hospital during an attack, they might not have had time to help him. So my son saved my father’s life.”

"I am a florist. Today a soldier came to me. He is leaving to serve for a year, but before that he decided to place an order, according to which his wife will receive a bouquet of flowers from him every Friday during this year. I made a 50% discount for him, because he made my day happy.”

"Today I came to the hospital to visit my grandfather with pancreatic cancer. When I sat down next to him, he squeezed my hand tightly and said:" Every day, waking up, thank life for what you have, because every second somewhere, fighting desperately to keep it that way.”

“Today, I watched in horror from my kitchen window as my two-year-old son slipped while playing near the pool and fell into it. But before I could come to the rescue, our Labrador Rex pulled him out of the water by the scruff of the neck.”

There was a fire in my house, which the scars on my face will remind me of for a long time to come. It's been two months since I returned to school after being hospitalized, and for two months every day someone has pinned a red rose to my locker. I even tried to get to class early to find out who was doing it, but the rose was always there already.

When I was little, my mother hummed the same tune all the time when she put me to bed. When I was eighteen and my mother was in the cancer ward, we switched roles and I sang this song to her every night. A lot of time has passed since my mother died and I almost forgot this song, and today my fiancé, stroking at me, suddenly began to hum it. I asked him how he knew this motive and he replied that in childhood his mother sang this song to him.

Today my son is 7 years old and I am 23 years old. I gave birth to him when I was 16. Having become pregnant, I doubted for a long time whether I could raise a child. Today in the park during a birthday celebration, my son played for a very long time with a little girl whose face was deeply scarred, and when we were already walking home, he told me: “Mom, she is so beautiful.” I am very glad that seven years ago I made the right choice.

Today, a little girl who had an accident was brought to our hospital. She needed a rare blood type. Her parents and twin brother, who had the same rare group as her, arrived at the hospital. I explained to him that his sister needed blood and that it was a matter of life and death. He thought about something for a second, and then, after saying goodbye to his parents, he went with me to the ward. When we finished with him and I told him that he could rest, he suddenly asked me: “How? Am I not going to die?” That is, at the moment when he agreed to donate his blood, he was sure that it would kill him, but for the sake of his sister, he was ready to give his life.

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Sometimes it seems that modern people have hardened and are no longer capable of sincere feelings. But in fact, love is everywhere, you just have to look. For example, you can see how an elderly couple supports each other in a bus so as not to fall, or how loving woman Meets her frustrated husband from work. These are the life stories real people we present to your attention.

• I put a password on my laptop, because I don’t want tanks and, God forbid, viruses on it. I told my husband that I would let him take it if he guessed the password from 3 attempts. He guessed right from the first, writing "I love you".
• My grandfather, 3 days before the 47th wedding anniversary, was admitted to the hospital with a microstroke with my grandmother. But even while lying in the hospital, he was able to surprise her: wrote a poem and went for flowers despite the prohibitions of doctors. And when she came to him and saw him with flowers, tears appeared in her eyes.
• Once a girl told me that as a child she had a book of fairy tales that her mother read to her. The book is old, 50s, she adored it. Found photos on the Internet, showed. She forgot it in another country when she moved. I found out where to find and buy a similar book, since there was a large circulation, and gave it to her. For the first time in my life I saw what it was like to cry from happiness. It turned out that I accidentally found that very book - with the signature of her mother.

• She came home so angry that she was shaking. My husband, seeing my condition, quickly took a full bath of hot water with fragrant foam, seated me there, gave me a couple of ducks in my hands and asked me to tell what had happened. Arranged a fight of ducks among the foamy sea, along the way complaining about life, and in pauses, my husband put pieces of chocolate in my mouth.
• I'm on the bus. At one of the stops, grandpa and grandma come in. Very elderly. And the grandmother so sweetly and firmly held her grandfather's hand, and he grabbed it as the only support. They did not sit down in their seats (we drove one stop). When they announced their stop, the grandmother says to the grandfather: "Well, let's push off the wall and let's go!" At that moment I thought: “I wish everyone in old age could find such a grandmother or grandfather who would support.”

I live with my mother, I meet a guy, the wedding is going on, and then my mother got sick. She was fired from work, there was less money, and a lot of money for medicines began to go away. I cried to my beloved, and he silently left, I was upset, I thought that he decided to leave me after learning about the problem. But a week later he showed up, handed me a plump envelope with money with the words: "Buy everything you need, and don't worry about nonsense." It turned out that he sold the car to help us.

• Married 8 years my husband almost never said "I love you". Instead - a hot dinner, lessons with my son, and yesterday I was surprised at all: by the time I arrived, he hung my house dress on the radiator so that I, freezing on the way home, would change into warm clothes ... To hell with flowers and big words, love is deeds.

• Today I realized that love exists. Mom was going to study in another city, dad followed her tail all sad. Mom asked: "How will you live if I die?" To which the father replied: "I won't, I'll lie next to you".
• I did a manicure at the master's house. Her husband came home from work. Standard questions about well-being, work, dinner. The guy's voice is sad, drooping. The girl turns to me: "Wait 5 minutes, we have a ritual". I thought that they would make love or hear smacking outside the door. And she hugged him tightly and buried her chest. He breathed into her crown and repeated: “Thank you, you are my happiness,” then he kissed her forehead and let me go again. If someone tells me that there is no love, I will throw a stone at him.

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“28 years ago, a man saved my life by protecting me from three bad guys who tried to rape me. As a result of that incident, he suffered a leg injury and still walks with a cane. And I was very proud when today he put down that cane to lead our daughter down the aisle.”

“Today, exactly ten months after a severe stroke, my dad got out of his wheelchair for the first time, unassisted, to dance the father-bride dance with me.”

“A big stray dog ​​followed me from the subway almost to the house. I'm already starting to get nervous. But suddenly, right in front of me, a guy with a knife in his hands appeared from somewhere and demanded my wallet. Before I could react, the dog pounced on him. He threw the knife and I ran away. Now I'm home, safe and all thanks to that dog."

“Today my son, whom I adopted eight months ago, called me mom for the first time.”

“An elderly man came into the store where I work with a guide dog. He stopped in front of a stand with postcards and began to take each one in turn, close, close to his eyes, trying to read the inscription. I was about to approach him and offer to help, but a hefty truck driver beat me to it. He asked the old man if he needed help, and then began to reread all the inscriptions on the cards to him, one after the other, until finally the old man said: “This is suitable. She is very sweet and will surely please my wife.”

“During lunch today, a deaf and mute child that I have been caring for 5 days a week for the past four years looked at me and said, “Thank you. I love you." Those were his first words."

"When we left the doctor's office, where they told me that I had a terminal form of cancer, my girlfriend asked me to become her husband."

“My dad is the best dad you could ever dream of. For my mother, he is a wonderful loving husband, for me a caring father who never missed a single football match of mine, plus he is an excellent host in the house. This morning I reached into my father's toolbox for pliers and found an old note. It was a page from his diary. The entry was made exactly one month before I was born, and it said, “I am an alcoholic with a criminal past who was kicked out of college, but for the sake of my unborn daughter, I will change and become the best father in the world. I will become for her the dad that I never had. I don't know how he did it, but he did it."

“I have a patient who suffers from a severe form of Alzheimer's disease. He rarely remembers his name, where he is and what he said a minute ago. But one section of his memory miraculously remains untouched by the disease. He remembers his wife very well. Every morning he greets her with the words: "Hi, my beautiful Kate." Perhaps this miracle is called love.

“I work as a teacher in a poor neighborhood. Many of my students come to class without lunch and without money for lunch because their parents earn too little. I periodically lend them some money so they can eat and they always return it after a while, despite my refusals.

“My wife is a teacher in English at school. About two hundred of her colleagues and former students wore T-shirts with her photo and the inscription "We will fight together" when they learned that she had breast cancer. I have never seen my wife so joyful."

“When I arrived from Afghanistan, I found out that my wife had deceived me and fled with all our money. I had nowhere to live, I didn't know what to do. One of my school friends and his wife, seeing that I needed help, took me in. They helped me get my life back on track and supported me through difficult times. Now I have my own diner, my own house, and their kids still consider me part of the family.”

“My cat ran away from home. I was very worried because I thought that I would never see him again. It took about a day after I put up the missing ads and I got a call from a man who said that he had my cat. It turned out to be a beggar who spent 50 cents to call me from a pay phone. He was very nice and even bought my cat a bag of food.”

“Today, during the school fire evacuation, I ran outside to find the head bully in the class and saw him holding the hand of a tearful little girl and comforting her.”

“On the day my grandson had a graduation, we started talking and I complained that I never got to my graduation ball, because no one invited me. In the evening the doorbell rang, I opened the door and saw my grandson in a tuxedo. He came to invite me to his prom."

“Today, a homeless man who lives near my bakery bought a huge cake from me. I gave him a 40% discount. And then, watching him through the window, I saw him go out, cross the street and hand the cake to another homeless person, and when he smiled back, they hugged.

“About a year ago, my mom wanted to homeschool my brother, who has mild autism, because he was teased by his peers at school. But one of the most popular students, the captain of the football team, having learned about this, stood up for my brother and persuaded the whole team to support him. Now my brother is my boyfriend."

“Today I watched a young man help a woman with a cane cross the road. He was very careful with her, followed her every step. When they sat down next to me at the bus stop, I was about to compliment the woman on what a wonderful grandson she has, but overheard the young man say, “My name is Chris. And what is your name, ma'am?"

“Already after my daughter’s funeral, I decided to clear the messages on my phone. I deleted all inboxes, but one unread remained. It turned out that this was the last message from my daughter, which was lost among the others. It said, "Dad, I want you to know I'm fine."

“Today I stopped on my way to work to help an elderly man change a flat tire. When I got closer to him, I immediately recognized him. It was the fireman who pulled me and my mother out of a burning house 30 years ago. He and I chatted for a bit, then shook hands and at the same time said: "Thank you."

“When my wife was giving birth to our first child and my family and I were waiting for her in the hospital, my father had a heart attack. He was immediately helped. The doctors said that he was very lucky, because if he had not been in the hospital during the attack, they might not have had time to help him. So my son saved my father's life."

“Today I saw an accident on the road. An elderly drunk man crashed into a car driven by a teenager and the cars caught fire. The young man, jumping out into the street, first of all pulled out the culprit of the accident from the burning car.

“Five years ago, I volunteered for a suicide prevention hotline. Today I got a call from my former manager saying that they have received an anonymous donation of $25,000 and an acknowledgment in my name.”

“I texted my supervisor to tell him that my father had a heart attack and I would not be able to attend my appointment. After a while, I received a response saying that I had the wrong number. And after some time completely stranger called me back and said a lot of sincere, hopeful words. He promised that he would pray for me and for my father. After this conversation, I felt much better.”

“I am a florist. A soldier came to me today. He leaves to serve for a year, but before that he decided to make an order, according to which his wife would receive a bouquet of flowers from him every Friday during this year. I gave him a 50% discount because he made my day happy.”

“Today my school friend, whom I have not seen already for a long time, showed me a photograph of us with him, which he wore in his helmet for all eight years of service.

“Today, one of my 9-year-old patients with a rare form of cancer has the fourteenth operation in the last two years. But I never saw her frown. She constantly laughs, plays with friends, makes plans for the future. She is 100% sure that she will survive. This girl has the strength to endure a lot.”

“I work as a paramedic. Today we collected the body of a parachuting instructor who died because his parachute did not open. On his shirt was written: "I will die doing what I love."

“Today I came to the hospital to visit my grandfather who is suffering from pancreatic cancer. When I sat down next to him, he squeezed my hand tightly and said: “Every day, waking up, thank life for what you have, because every second someone somewhere is desperately fighting to keep it that way.”

“Today my grandparents, who lived together for 72 years, died an hour apart.”

“Today I watched in horror from my kitchen window as my two-year-old son slipped while playing near the pool and fell into it. But before I could come to the rescue, our Labrador Rex pulled him out of the water by the scruff of the neck.”

“Today I turned 10 years old. I was born on 09/11/2001. My mother worked at the World Trade Center and survived only because on that terrible day she gave birth to me in the hospital.”

“A few months ago I lost my job and I had nothing to pay for a rented apartment. When I went to my landlord to let him know I was moving out, he said, "You've been a good tenant for 10 years, I know your hard times, I'll wait. Take your time, find another job and pay me later."