Good deeds make life better. Short good stories

– I am 20 years old. I work part-time as a cleaner in a huge supermarket. Recently, while I was mopping the floor, an old man came up to me and said: “Thank you for the cleanliness! I know what kind of work it is. I’ve been washing floors myself for 20 years,” and bowed. I was so touched by his praise, let alone his bow… I started to cry.

– My brother, such a stern rocker in black clothes, when he rides his bike and sees a hand sticking out of the window of another car, puts a candy in it.

– There is a two-meter tall man of about forty-five years old in the rehabilitation center with me. It is very painful for him to do physical therapy, but he does not show with a single muscle what hellish pain he is enduring. Today, his huge dog was brought to him, and he hugged it with both hands and cried aloud.

– “When I was little, my grandmother used to come from the market, bring me all kinds of goodies and tell me that the bunny had sent them. And now she is lying down, almost unable to walk, and I bring her all kinds of goodies and say: “Grandma, I brought this from a bunny.” I love my grandmother.

– Today I’m riding in the subway, listening to music, and my grandmother sits down next to me. She politely asks me to turn off my phone, because her pacemaker is malfunctioning. At that moment, you could see the whole carriage begin to turn off their phones.

– When I was diagnosed with cancer, our cat slept on me all the time. Then she got sick and was diagnosed with cancer too. Now she has died and I have recovered. I am crying and thanking her for everything.

– Our neighbors are elderly couple. Every day they come out to sit on a bench near the house and always hold hands. Today, when I was in the garden, I heard them talking. She was complaining about various pains, and he was saying: “You have me, I have you, what else do we need?”

– I never thought of pigeons as intelligent birds. But the other day, an old lady who used to feed stray animals died in a neighboring building. All the cats and dogs in the neighborhood came to her voice. And the pigeons came. When the coffin with the body was taken out of the entrance, a huge number of pigeons flew in. And then, when my grandmother was taken away, the birds circled the yard for about an hour. I had never seen so many pigeons at once, even when my grandmother was feeding them.

Helping does not make us saints.

We become normal people!