I went to the lab to get blood drawn yesterday. I had my little slip of paper, my membership card, and my photo ID clutched in my hand.

I found a seat in the crowded waiting room, next to a lady with three small children, who thankfully we're well behaved.

A gentleman came up to us and pointed out that there was some sort of a card under our chairs.

Without being asked, the mother asked her little one, maybe 4 years old, if he would go down there and grab the card.

As he climbed down, the gentleman handed me the card, which was my driver's license and said that he had already gotten it.

I turned to the little boy and said, "Thank you so much sweetheart!"

Then I looked up at the gentleman, and I don't know what came over me, but I said, "And thank you too, sweetheart!"

We all had a little chuckle in a crowded room with lots of tension that day.

Hope whoever came across them gave them a good home!

I was just the driver in this scenario. Husband, 3 kids, and I were on our way home when we came across someone who had slid off the road in the rain. It's a road that only gets a handful of cars passing an hour.

Immediately my husband asked if I minded pulling over so he could offer help.

Dude had just missed a tree but was stuck in the brush. He was 20 at most, and looked like he could fit between the railings of a banister, tbh. My husband, 6'1" and built like a brick wall met a linebacker and Mor'du from Brave, pushed this guy's car uphill out of the ditch with the other guy behind the wheel, steering it.

Once he was out, husband and dude chatted for a few minutes.

He'd been in a rush because the food bank was closing soon, and misjudged the turn and his speed. He'd been there for an hour, too scared of the price of a tow truck but no idea how to proceed without one.

We have him some of the groceries we'd bought, waited to make sure his car would start and run, then left after he had pulled away. I didn't get his name (wouldn't share it here anyway lol) but I keep thinking about him, sitting alone in the ditch on a lonely road, rain pouring down and no money to pay someone to come get him.

I'd have kept driving, assuming a tow truck was on its way, since we could see him moving in the car when we were approaching. But my husband saw an opportunity to help someone, and I'm so glad he took it.

I like to hope that someday, when one of my kids is alone and scared and far from home, someone will stop for them, too.

A little kindness goes a long way.

We were sitting in the Dunkin drive thru around 6:30 this evening. (You hush. Mama needs her coffee. I don’t care what time it is.)

The young lady at the window seemed exhausted and frazzled. My youngest son said, “Mom, will you tell her I love her?” I passed on his message. “My 4 year old asked me to let you know that he loves you.” Everything in her softened. Her shoulders. Her hands. Her jaw. She took a deep breath and with the biggest smile, she slid a box of 10 chocolate Munchkins into my hand that we hadn’t ordered. I told her thank you and that it wasn’t necessary. She said, “No, it was. He knew I needed that today.”

She asked me to pull up to the next window. When the next young woman came up with my drink, my son said, “Will you tell her I love her too?!” Again, I passed on his message. Her whole entire face lit up. She said, “Well I love him more!” She asked, “Can they have donuts?” I let her know we already got some at the last window. She asked if they could have more. Of course they wanted another 10 Munchkins, lol, and we were headed to the park where we could share, so I said yes. She came back with an entire box of a dozen donuts!

With a ton of free donuts in hand, we were able to share with even more kids at the playground and make countless days brighter.

Be kind. Spread joy. It’s not that hard. And you never know who needs it.

When I was in college I went out to a club with a much of my friends. We were underage and snuck in with fake ids and got our best jeans and a going out top and straightened hair. And we were having an absolute blast, dancing, drinking god knows what and suddenly the most vile, rancid fart absolutely cleared the dance floor. You could see everyone smell the toxic smell in real time as it wafted around the floor and it hit all of us one by one. Everyone reacted so intensely to this fart and blamed it on these two guys who had been hanging on the side of the dance floor staring at us. We spoke of the Avalon fart for YEARS. This fart was so gross it was legendary.

It was me. I’ll never confess.

I stole 8k cash, four bottles of Pappy Van Winkle, and the Nintendo Switch from my ex the night he went to jail for beating the hell outta me. Zero regrets