I was singing Hamilton in public. I went, "Angelica... Eliza..." And this dude walking by, very softly sang, "-And Peggy."

Imagine being one of the mentioned "strangers" and watching this video. That would be a total trip yo

A homeless guy thought I was homeless and wanted to give me his blanket. Possibly the only thing he owned in the world. I'll never forget that.

I was crying at church and a man was walking by. He came up to me and got down to my level and began to say nice things and it'll be okay. Then he said he has short term memory loss (like two to three mintues) and have never really felt sad like you are now. He said by the time I get down those stairs I will have forgotten you, but I hope you remember what I'm saying now, and he smiled and walked away.

Couple years back when dabbing was still relevant I dabbed at someone who was driving and they dabbed back at me.

the guy refused 100 dollars just to avoid a conversation if that's not a mood

I had just lost my mom. I was a wreck waiting at a bus stop. This man approached me. He was smoking a blunt and offered a toke. I told him what I was experiencing while crying. He put his arm around me and said this quote that always stuck with me: "Every loved one we lose in our life lives through us. It's up to us to live our best life for them". To this day I always think of that man and I live my life to the fullest. Thank you stranger, I hope you're doing well.

My stranger that I’ll never forget is someone that I never actually met. When I was a kid, my mom and I would always go to this gas station after school and there was this dog stuffed animal sitting by the checkout. Every time I saw it I would ask my mom if I could have it and she would always say no. One day we went in there and I asked my mom for it again and the cashier handed me the dog and said “it’s yours”. He said a bus driver named Rory bought it for me because he happened to be in the gas station at the same time as my mom and I a few times and he overheard me asking for the dog. I named the dog Rory and I still have him to this day 🥺

i wanna know if I’m someone’s “stranger”.

I worked at a Starbucks, and a woman comes up in line during a morning rush. I greeted her, and she looked at me, really looked at me, and said “you have a beautiful face.” Being a man who was born looking different than most, this woman told me something I had rarely heard from anyone, let alone a stranger. For 15 years, I’ve a had a little more self love. Thank you stranger.

I was running my first marathon, and I was at mile 24 (almost done). I literally felt like I was running alone because I did not have anyone cheering for me during the race or waiting for me at the finish line, and I began to cry. There was an older man sitting at the bus stop, and he yelled at me "You got this! Keep going! You are so strong!" in Spanish. I just looked at him, and smiled, he was my angel when I wanted to fall apart. When I run past that bus stop, I always smile.

I was physically abused as a child so I grew up very tough. I always saw women around me and felt like they were so feminine and I wasn't. One day I ran into this old man who looked at me and said you are such a lady, there's not many ladies in this world anymore. I'll never forget that because I thought that my femininity was taken from me and that day I learned that it wasn't

When I was working for McDonald's at 17 a man used to come thru the drive thru every day, he always asked me how my day was going, and he always followed up with. "Take a deep breath, this is NOT going to last forever, its temporary, hang in there, one day you will be successful" i struggled majorly with suicide at the time. And i can honestly say this man saved my life multiple times. I'm currently in banking, and continuing to move up. Thanks bro.

A homeless man in a wheelchair knocked on my van window. Most people ignore these types. He wanted money for food or anything. I told him to come with me to the resteraunt on the other side of the parking lot and I would get him some food. I bought him enough food for 6 people. From the conversation on the way it sounded like he also had some hungry friends as well. Before I left I gave him a hug. He stopped and looked at me as if that was the most loving thing he has ever received. I'll never forget the look in his eyes. He was more happy to be treated like a human being than he was about the food to nourish his body. People forget to be humans these days. I'll never forget his eyes.

My three year old son was going to undergo an 8 hour surgery at Children's Hospital in Philadelphia. I was brave until he went into the OR without me. I left my husband standing in the hallway and locked myself in a stall in the ladies room and just CRIED out my fears to God. I'm sure most of my prayer was unintelligible, but there was a lot of "please don't let him die" "please don't let him be brain damaged" "I'm not strong enough to lose him" kind of praying going on for about 10 minutes. I used a bunch of toilet paper blowing my nose and wiping my face, and I thought I had it together when I unlocked the stall door. And there, sitting on the sink was a woman. She had about 3 inch florescent orange finger nails, a LOT of braids, a tattoo on her neck and she was wearing skin tight jeans and a leopard print top that left little to the imagination. I was positively mortified that she had heard my intimate prayers and sobbing to God. But she taught me an incredible gift. She said "Honey, that boy's goin to be just fine. You don't need to worry about him any more." She got down off the sink and gave me an all enveloping hug and said " Now no more crying ok?" To say I was dumbstruck would be an understatement. She pointed to the door and I mumbled a thank you. She nodded and I straightened my shoulders and walked out to see my husband leaning against the wall with his face in his hands. It was my turn to be the comforter and that woman's words were exactly what my husband needed to hear. In Hebrews chapter 13 there's a verse about hospitality that says that you should show kindness to strangers because you may be entertaining angels unaware. That beautiful woman showed me exactly what that verse looks like in person, although she was showing the kindness and I may have met an angel unaware. My son is 31 now and he is a strong, healthy and talented man. She was right. That boy was just fine.

I’m 14, and when I was 12, I was on the beach in Florida with my parents. I was looking around for shells, and a young lady saw me, who was also collecting. She complimented my shells and gave me a few of hers. “I always carry around some extras to give to others.” She said. I remember her so well because I decided in that moment that I would grow up to be as inexplicably and unnecessarily kind as she was to me.

A girl broke my heart. On my way home, I sat on a bank to cry. It was midnight in a not too safe area. While I was crying, two strangers stood by my side and started playing the trumpet. They never said anything to me but in the middle of that night, while I cried rejection and watched the sea, I felt like I had two guardian angels.

A woman saved me from killing myself. She pulled up the sidewalk where I was sitting and sobbing and about to run into the street when she just asked "Are you okay?" Saved my life.

I have just spent hours reading comments. Sometimes crying so hard.......proud,even as strangers, we love each other .....take care of each other.

Someone calling you beautiful takes two seconds of their time but it could make you think about it for years

My husband and I were walking with our tiny newborn. An elderly man came over to see the baby. He said " What a beautiful baby, with tears in his eyes. Then he looked at us and said " Enjoy him !"

Last summer I was sitting in a corner, waiting a friend of mine. I was really sad because the guy I loved just said that he didn’t feel anything about me. A bee laid on me and I started panicking. A woman sent away the bee and said to me: “it thought you were a flower”. I felt really better after this

A stranger I remember is Bridget. I met her In jail when I was 21. She had been there a while and she was 18. The sweetest girl I'd ever met. Absolutely a case of "in the wrong place at the wrong time". So listen, I was absolutely terrified to be in jail, never had been. Total shock for me. This girl took me under her wing. Explained what was okay and what was not. Didn't let anyone mess with me. She was amazing. I'll never forget how she made one of the darkest most loneliest times in my life feel less terrible. I told her I would write and I never did after I got out. By the time I got my life back together, I couldn't find her. I'm so sorry Bridget. You were a good friend to me and I abandoned you. I seriously think about you almost every day and I just... Am so dang sorry. I hope and pray you're alive and well. And out.

I’ll always remember the Uber driver that I had who had a heart attack after my ride home, while I was getting out. He was an older guy, really nice. We talked about his daughter who just moved away for college, and about my experiences in community college and how I recently started at the university in my city. I remember how he encouraged me to finish college, and told me that he’d know I’d do great things. As I was getting out, I looked back to say goodbye and he was looking down. I remember it so vividly, because I asked him if he was okay, but when he looked up I could tell he was struggling to speak, like he was in pain. I remember him say “Help, My chest hurts.” And so I dropped everything, ran to the front seat, and pulled his keys out of the car, and called 911. The ambulance came quickly. But I remember just sitting their, afraid and powerless to help him. I didn’t know him, but I lost my mom to cancer. After they left all I could think about was his daughter, and how much it hurt to lose my mom. His car was in front of my house for 2 days before his wife came to get it, she dropped cookies off at my front door with a note saying that he was okay and thanking me for being there and getting help. I don’t know if he’s still alive today, but his legacy will live on his daughter, like my moms did in me.

When I was 14 years old I was walking home from school and an older man was following me. He kept trying to grab me, ask for my number, trying to be "cute" in his words. I was terrified. There was no one around. My phone was dead. I kept trying to think of what to do to get out of the situation but nothing came to mind. Just as he was trying to hold my hand, I saw this older woman outside, watering her plants. I lied, said she was my grandma, and pretended I lived there. I must've looked terrified because as soon as she saw me she played right along. Big hug, cup of lemonade, and fresh cookies were waiting for me as she sat me down on her porch. I will never forget the dirty look she gave that man and the sheer look of disappointment as he turned around and walked away. I don't remember her name or even which house it was but I will forever be grateful for her act of kindness. My worst fears would've come true if I'd never found her.

I remember i was wearing a shirt that said just cant and a homeless man came up to me and said "yes u can,ypu can do it".

i was crossing the road with headphones in and music playing. i was suddenly grabbed and pulled back i turned to question whomever did when i feel this wind pressure on the side of my face. Facing forward all i see is this bus... i will never forget that heart stopping moment when i realized i almost died. i made safely off the road and stood there for like 2 minuets before my brain was working again and my only thought was thanking the guy who pulled me back. so i ran to catch up with the guy with short black hair, white t-shirt and blue jeans. I could not find him i must have been in shock for longer than i thought. so whoever saved an idiot like me at Buchanan Glasgow in summer of 2011 if you're reading this, Thank you!

I was walking in a city many years ago. An old homeless man grabbed my arm as I walked past, he said something to me but I couldn't understand as it was a foreign language, he smiled and pointed upwards to a corner under the eaves of a small store. There was a swallows nest of mud and at that time 4 baby swallows peeked out chirping. He had so much pleasure to show me those baby birds I have never forgotten it.

I was once taking a 6 hour train ride. I had my movies, snacks, books, I was so looking forward to sitting there and being in my own space for 6 hours. An old woman sat down next to me, and even though I was watching a movie and listening with my headphones in, but I could tell she wanted to talk. So I took my headphones off and turned to her and smiled. We talked, and laughed, and cried for the entire 6 hour ride. Her twin sister, who she lived within 5 minutes of for her entire 70 years, had just passed away. She was going to stay with some family to deal with the grief. She said when she got on the train she felt so alone and prayed for someone to talk to her. I guess that was me.

everyone: has an emotional story me: i remember an old homeless man who asked me to wipe his ass for him

It was the late 60's. My wife and I, aged mid to late twenties were waiting in line at the Oakland (CA) Symphony. We were dressed 'OK' but not like many of the people in line. A man approached us and asked if we were waiting to purchase tickets. We said yes. He said 'My wife is ill and cannot attend tonight. Please accept our tickets.' We didn't know him and we never saw him again. I will never forget this.

I was so depressed my 5 year relationship with my ex ended. I had moved to another city and was starting over. I was in my late 20's. I sat in my apartment until i had had enough and decided to go get groceries as i needed to do something. As i started shopping i noticed an elderly man in my isle. He didn't have any groceries. He was looking at me and decided to approach and talk to me. At first i was a little weirded out and didn't understand why he wanted to talk to me a total stranger. He was just talking about something on the store shelf so didn't really seem like a threat. He said his name and asked mine. He went to shake my hand and hesitantly i shook his. As soon as he shook my hand he said something that i never forgot "oh yeah you are going to be just fine". There was no way he could of known that i was hurting. I didn't show it. But what i felt when he said this while shaking my hand was unreal. I never felt so convinced, reassured about the future in one moment as i did in that one. He politely said "well it was nice meeting you (then said my name)" and walked away. I was a little stunned by what i had felt. I looked around the store out of curiosity to see if he was still there and could not find him in any isle or any checkout line. It was as if he was just gone. I have my theory and maybe its just a thought to gives me comfort but nevertheless i never felt before what i felt in the moment he said what he said while shaking my hand. Thank you for letting me share my experience.

I work in a restaurant. This older couple would come in every Saturday for lunch. The man would pull out her chair and open doors for her like a true gentleman while she patiently waited. He had a walking frame so he struggled but insisted. They would order a spaghetti bolognese and share it lady and the tramp style, gazing into each other's eyes. You could tell they really loved eachother Then they would order a cheese cake and share it too. One day he turned up alone, ordered the same but only ate half the spaghetti and wanted the cheesecake take away. As I handed him his cheese cake I asked about his wife. He looked at me with tears in his eyes and said told me she was in a better place.. Really showed me to appreciate the people I have while I still have them.

I used to work for Starbucks and I distinctly remember a homeless woman who came in to buy a coffee and she paid with this lil pile of coins that she held in her hand. She said jokingly that it was all she had but I got the impression it wasn't actually a joke. And then, she still tipped me some of those coins. I've had countless rich people pass through and never tip a cent but she had so little and still bothered to show appreciation like that. It's stuck with me ever since.

One time I went to Trader Joe’s in a short sleeved dress after cutting myself a few days prior and the lady at the register who was checking me out was like “I’ll brb” and she came back and gave me a bouquet of flowers and told me I looked beautiful.

i went to mexico and a little girl saw me walking down the street, she chased me and gave me a huge hug and told me i was beautiful and handed me a flower made of like leaves from a bush and it just felt so wholesome and genuine

Damn , makes me miss the girl that i had eye contact with for 3 seconds at the supermarket

Me: *casually crying my eyes out while reading these comments*

I’m 30 years old and have always been somewhat insecure (though with a pretty good facade). I was walking to my corner gas station a week or so ago, and while passing a woman she looks up and declares “oh my god, you are SO handsome!”. I’ve never particularly felt that way about myself, but I knew it in her voice that it was genuine. I smiled like an idiot for literal hours after that. I dont know her name, I dont know where she lives, I can barely remember what she looks like, but I have heard her voice in my head every day since. Thank you, stranger, for helping a grown man find some confidence in himself.

I feel compelled to share. Thanks for listening. - I was around 10 years old, riding my bicycle down the industrial lane. The lane had been freshly graveled and coated in oil. I decided to ride my bike on the side of the road in the dirt. I stopped to take a break. It was summer and the ice cream truck came down the lane. A man in his 60's walked up to the ice cream truck, the truck pulled away and the man walked over to me, he had two fudge pops in his hand, and said, are you Ed B's son. I said, yes. Here son, this is for you, and he handed me a fudge pop. He said, I knew your Daddy, he was one of my best friends, he was such a good man, I miss him. I never knew my father, he died 6 months before I was born. The man's name was Orville and he owned the trucking company my father had worked for. Later that day at home I told my mother about it. She said, that was Orville, your daddy loved him. I never saw Orville again but I will never forget him. He was the first person to tell me anything, something, about my father.

My mom was berating me in public. As per usually, no one in my family stepped in. After a few nonstop minutes of insulting me, I finally broke and a few tears slipped down my face. She scoffed and rolled her eyes before storming off. I went about comforting myself. Self hug, whispering, “You’re okay, you’re okay,” over and over. Suddenly from behind me, a woman tapped me on the shoulder. I startled and turned around to see her holding out a tissue. I took it completely stunned and she looked at me with so much warm concern. She asked me if I was okay, and took my silence as an answer. “You’ll be okay one day.” It suddenly hit me that if a stranger could see that something was wrong, then it wasn’t all in my head. That act of kindness changed everything. I’ll never forget it.

*one thing I hate is when you meet a stranger or someone on vacation and you connect with them so much and when you come home you never see or speak to them again, that's what makes me sad*

Back in about 1966 or so, probably 55 + years ago, I was going through a terrible time in a stressful marriage and I stopped at a store in Tacoma, Washington, with four little daughters. We were on our way to the zoo, and for some reason, we were all dressed up. I was at the top of an escalator and an older lady looked up and said "mother stop." Then she looked up at us and said "beautiful, just beautiful." I have never forgotten that. I'm sure she's been long gone and I am probably the age that she was at that time. I cannot remember that time without crying as it was a very low point in my life and I have never forgotten how she lifted me up. You never know how the teeniest and most insignificant moments in life will have a life long impact on you. God bless that old lady. I'm crying now.

About a year ago while I was staying in Turkey I suddenly started feeling really ill. Like I couldn't stand up and felt like I would just pass out if I continued to walk. So the only thing I could do was to crouch on the street and wait till I got better and I remember so many people walking there but nobody cared to look at me and there was this syrian woman (probably a refugee, as she wasn't able to speak turkish and was probably a beggar) and she tried to ask me in arabic if I was ok and needed help. Till this day I am ashamed that the people who reach out to you are mostly those who are the ones in need.

I remember one time I was walking with my girlfriend, and this man comes up to us and said something along the lines of “You two are so brave to be holding hands in public, I know a lot of people around here are mean and homophobic, so would you mind if I stay with you and protect you?” He walked all the way home with us, he was talking the whole time and telling us sweet stories. Then he told us he was gay and his boyfriend and him had been harassed multiple times, when someone saved them and walked with them, and he just wanted to do the same thing and help us. I’ll probably never forget his kindness.

When I was 10 years old by dad was badly injured in Iraq, over 70% of his body had 3rd degree burns, so as a kid I spent a lot of time in the burn unit of the hospital just wandering around. One day what must have been a new injured soldier arrived and was wheeling around in a wheelchair just exploring the unit and I passed by him and just looked him in the eyes and smiled. He started crying and I was so scared because I thought I did something wrong but he just told me that I was the first kid that looked at him and wasn't scared. I really wanted to cry too but I just kept smiling and talking to him. I realized that day how much a simple smile can make a stranger feel less invisible and alone and I really carried that the rest of my life.

One stranger ill never forget is this old man i met in Philadelphia a few years ago. He was homeless and blind but talked enough to carry a conversation himself. I saw him on a street corner just outside the city, and kept seeing him there each day i went into the city. On the fourth time seeing him, i decided to ask him what he was doing, so i got off my bike and talked to him. He told me his name was Charles but to call him Charly. I asked him what he was doing on the corner so often and he told me that he was just enjoying the town. He told me he was homeless so i asked him if he wanted something to eat. He said yes so i got each of us a sandwich. When we finished eating, he got up and said thank you for the meal, and started walking away. I got up with my bike and followed after him because he was an older guy in his late 70s so i didnt want him tripping and falling on anything. When got closer, i saw he had a walking stick for the blind, so i kind of just put two and two together i walked with him and we started talking. I learned that he was a Vietnam veteran and that he lost his sight while fighting. I learned about his daughter and son who he hadn't seen in 30 years, i learned about how he became homeless, how he survived on the streets, and so so much more. By the end of our walk, we had gone roughly 11 miles and it had been 4 and a half hours. We stopped at a somewhat busy sidewalk and he just sat down and started whistling, taking breaks every minute or so, with each break lasting about a minute. Another stranger came up to us and asked if we were homeless, to which i replied i am not but this other man is. This person was a women who looked to be about my age (i was 16 at the time) and she sat down next to us. After about a minute of silence, Charly said out of the blue "you two get along now" and then started whistling again. So thats what he did. I learned the girls name and were still good friends to this day. About 6 months ago i stopped seeing Charly at his normal spot, and layer found out that he died of cancer. Turns out his name wasnt Charles, it was Bennett. Ill never forgot him. He taught me that while some people may be, in his own words, "ugly bast**ds on the outside, when you take time to talk to someone, you see a whole different side to them. In my case, that other side smells like sh** and cant get a girl." Me and the girl, whos name she asked me not to mention, are going to visit where were told his grave is soon and we plan to have a drink with him. (He told me his favourite drinks are coca cola and whiskey)

I actually have a story from yesterday. I was working as a ride operator at Cedar Point in Ohio. Excessively hot day, the workload we had was difficult and fast paced. I started to feel very sluggish and dizzy, like I was on the verge of passing out from the heat. Two oncoming riders who were waiting in line, these two middle aged black women, took it upon themselves to get out of line and get me some ice water to stave of me potentially landing myself in the hospital. I never got their names or anything, but being at a place where people are normally much more concerned with having fun rather than others, I don’t think I’ll ever forget their kindness.

Year ago I was at the grocery store... this little girl, couldn't have been 8... came up to me, stopped in the middle of the isle, stared me right in the face and said. "You are REALLY pretty!" Then she took off. I'll never forget this. Ever.

When I was thirteen, I was walking around and eating with my earbuds in, and I noticed this guy kind of watching me and following me around. I thought it was a little weird, but probably just a coincidence, right? So I just kept doing my thing and made sure to stick to pretty populated areas, hoping he'd eventually leave. About half an hour goes by of this and my sister texts me telling me I needed to come home so we could get ready for an event. The guy was still kind of following me, but I wasn't quite sure what to do. To get back to my house, I had to take some back roads that weren't very heavily trafficked, plus I didn't want this guy to follow me and know where I lived, so I walked inside to a restaurant to see if he was gonna follow me. Of course he did. I opened the notes app on my phone and typed out, "This guy is following me" and took it to the Viet lady behind the counter. I called her Aunt May (the only aunt I could think of at the moment lol) and asked her if she changed her phone number because she wasn't answering my texts, showing her the phone with the note open. That woman played along and took me behind the counter and let me out the back entrance. I wish I'd thanked her. That could have ended pretty badly.

I was in high school. It was my junior year, and I was at one of the darkest points in my life. Contemplating suicide almost every day. I don’t know if I looked sad or what but no one in my family or friend group acknowledged it, but I just remember these two girls walking by and one of the girls looked at me and asked “can I give you a hug?” And I accepted. We hugged for a couple seconds and went out separate ways and I never saw her again. I’m not really a spiritual person but I believe that in that moment there was a higher power looking out for me.

i was at a pride event in my relatively small, conservative town (it was a big deal, especially since the turnout was great). even though i should've been celebrating myself and the friends i was with, i was overwhelmingly insecure. i felt uncomfortable in the shirt i was wearing - i thought people around me were judging me for my weight. anyway, i was talking to my friend when this girl walked up. i couldn't tell exactly what she looked like (masks!), but she had gorgeous eye makeup on. she told me i was really pretty. she went out of her way to say that to me, and it made my day. i still think about this, especially since i've been complimented by strangers only a handful of times in my life. i cherish those compliments, because they always make me feel beautiful.

I had a woman approach me in the grocery store the day before Thanksgiving. She said I looked exactly like her sister and started to cry... but she was smiling. She said her sister was murdered on Thanksgiving the year before and she thought she would never see her sister's face again... but she said, thanks to me, she was able to see her sister again. She hugged me and sobbed for at least 15 minutes and my daughter and I cried right along with her.... right in the middle of Kroger. She said she never got to say goodbye to her sister. I think seeing me gave her some closure. She is the stranger I will never forget. ❤

society: don’t talk to strangers this video:

Sometimes an animal is your memorable stranger. I was in my final year of uni in Cardiff, my girlfriend had left me, I was stressed about exams and feeling unwanted and lonely. I went for a run in Bute Park and on the far side of the River Taff where it was quiet I sat down. Suddenly a cat came up to me, so full of affection and for quite a while we made a big fuss of each other, enjoyed each others company then sat quietly like the best of friends. I felt loved and appreciated and my feeling of being unwanted disappeared. It's not the only time an animal has been my wonderful stranger and I thought animals deserved a mention amongst all these inspiring comments. Sending love to each and every person who reads this 💕

I wish I can be a stranger to be remembered in people's lives in a good way. It just remembers me that every day and every encounter is an opportunity to make a difference in someone's life.

A few years ago, I was going home after ending a very toxic relationship with a guy, I was holding my tears. I got on the bus, and the bus driver cracked a joke with me, which I followed, and I involuntary smiled and looked at him. He got serious and said "don't you ever let anyone change that smile". I'll never forget that moment. I still get emotional thinking about it.

when I was 7, my mom took me to Sam's club to sell some school fundraiser candy. She just told me to sell it and left. I was too shy to talk to anyone and I made a sign so that I wouldn't have to. A man came up to me and helped me approach people. He stayed with me for maybe 10 minutes but he gave me more positive attention than anyone in my life had at that point (I had a shitty childhood) . That interaction gave me hope for years. I used to dream he was my dad and he'd come back to rescue me when things would get rough at home.

For me it is the paramedic who NARCANed me. On our way to the hospital I was crying and she said, "I can tell you're a good person. It isn't too late to fix this. It's never too late". I have been sober for 3 and a half years since that day. I am forever grateful for her and her compassion.

This is such a neat topic. Here's my stranger story. It was about 1980, I was about 25 years old. It was getting dark. I had a flat tire, and was in the process of changing it in a church parking lot. No problem, I knew how, but I was struggling with lifting the tire up onto the wheel, it was a big heavy tire. Out of nowhere, a guy pulls over, lifts the tire onto the wheel, and takes off. I didn't even see his face, all I know is that he was wearing a business suit and was in a big hurry, but still took a moment to help me.

This old lady once brought me a sandwich when I was standing under a bridge smoking waiting for the rain to stop. She saw me when she passed by earlier and thought I was homeless so she went home and made me a sandwich. Lovely lady.

There was this kid I saw on the bus. He was probably 16 years old and he had fresh cuts all over both of his arms (shoulder to wrist). I used to self harm so this really struck my heart. I saw him about to get off the bus. Although I was 2 bus stops away from my stop I decided last minute to get off the bus with him. The bus doors actually closed in my face but I looked to the front at the bus driver and he reopened the doors for me. I got off the bus and I nervously stood beside this kid. I had no idea what to say. Finally when I got the courage I said “are you ok?” He replied “yeah... um... what do you mean?” So I said “well I just saw your arms and I wanted to make sure you were ok. Are you doing ok?” He was so caught off guard. He said “Oh... well it’s just been a really hard week.” “Yeah, do you want to talk about it? I know you are probably waiting for your bus but do you want to come for a walk with me?” I asked. He said yes. So we went for a walk and I found out what was going on. He was in a group home because some problems with his mom but he really missed her. I encouraged him that someday things will get better for him and to hold on. I told him I used to cut myself too but things got better for me and now I’m in college and I’m doing what I want. We reached the end of the street and I told him that I believed in him and I promised things would get better for him. Then I asked him if I could give him a hug and he said yes. So I gave him a big hug and we went our separate ways. I’ve never seen him since but I still think of him all the time. I hope you’re ok kid ❤️❤️ someone is always thinking of you. You’ll always have a place in my heart.

I was helping a customer at my job just being myself and he kinda stopped suddenly in his tracks almost and said to me “ you have such a pure soul” and looked me dead in the eyes as he said it… I always think of this moment because to me he’s one of the only people who I feel have TRULY seen me.

I was going through a tough divorce & child custody 3.5 yrs ago. I went to grocery store & had been crying, this man walked right up to me & gave me a hug & said I was loved & he was praying for me. It just floored me. I’ve never forgot that & never will. Angels are all around us & some don’t have wings:)

A really old man came over to talk to me when I was about 21, on a break from work (I have always worn 1940s clothes/hair style since I was in my late teens) he was so sweet and apologized for interrupting my break but he had tears in his eyes and he said I reminded him so much of his girl. That she always wore her hair the way I was. He'd been in love with a girl during the war and she'd been killed in a air raid while he was away in the navy and they never got a chance to get married. He stood, while I had my smoke break and told me all about her. He'd never married anyone else because she was it for him. He was so happy talking about her, I'll never forget him. I have no doubt he will have passed now so they'll be together again. Such a lovely man.

I remember when I was about 13 years old, I was in the lunch line at school. A couple of boys in front of me were teasing me and picking on me. And there was this one girl who was passing us. She noticed what the boys were doing and saying and she told them off. She was the only one who really stood up for me like that. And I was picked on a lot growing up. I didn’t know her name or anything. It really meant a lot to me. She seemed so strong. And I felt saved.

Damn I just realized I dont even have a story like this, I should go outside more

Two days after my father's funeral, I was sitting in the middle seat of an airplane on the way home... completely devastated. As tears silently streamed down my face, this man next to me rummaged through his bag to hand me some lunch napkins. He sat silently for a minute before gently asking me if I lost someone. I said yes. He asked if I lost my father. I said yes. He asked if the hat I was cradling in my arms was his. I said yes. Was it cancer? I shook my head yes. It was odd... How well he could read me... how he seemed to just know. He sighed sadly and said "I am so sorry. You are too young to have lost him." Several minutes later, he was scrolling through his phone and started to show me pictures. Of his beautiful family and dachshund puppies (which I also have and adore). His trip to California (places I recognized because I camped there with my dad as a kid). And then his pride and joy- his Harley Davidson. (THE SAME MAKE AND MODEL AS MY FATHER'S.) There was something familiar about this stranger. His voice, his age, even his bushy mustache. He was so comforting. He even offered me his shoulder to rest on when I looked sleepy. At the end of our flight, I grabbed my bag and thanked him so much. He wrapped me in his arms in a big bear hug and then paused for a moment before looking me in the eye. "It's gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay, sweetheart." He gave me the kindest smile and waved as I walked away. That was 3 years ago and I think of him all the time. Life is chaos. We bounce around and collide with eachother without thinking twice. But I am convinced in this case... My path and his path were meant to meet. I needed this kind soul, who reminded me so much of my father, at that exact moment. I will always be forever grateful. Be kind to one another. Appreciate one another. Love and peace to all.

I was having a really bad day, my car broke down and I had to have it towed. I ordered an Uber to take me home while my car was in the shop, I get in and it’s a older man that looked identical to my grandpa who passed away a few years before. I told him he looked so much like my grandpa and was holding it together until I uttered those words. Once the tears started flowing I couldn’t stop. He said “let it out baby girl, I’m here with you and every thing will be ok” I’m crying right now just typing this 😭

I meet many very interesting strangers on a very common basis, i'm a waitress, it's kind of my job to talk to people. The one that sticks out the most happened not too long ago. For background, I lost my grandfather in January, it was devistating to all of us. I'd been trying to pull myself together, fall apart and pick back up again. This day was a particularly hard day, and this older gentleman was in by himself eating. I wasn't even waiting on him. As he was starting to leave he looked at me and asked if I was my pap's granddaughter. I was really taken aback because I don't look like my grandpa, and I didn't have any linkage to him on me and he said to me "Oh man do I miss him, we used to get coffee at the gas station together sometimes" and he just went along his merry way. After a good old sob in the bathroom, I came out and asked what his name was (very small town things lmao). My mom had no clue who he was, my grandma didn't either, they were just buddies for coffee, and I really hope I get to see him again some day :)

Never usually comment on you tube at all but had to share this story... when I was a cashier I was serving a customer who had the biggest smile on her face so I said "hello, you look happy today" She smiled at me and nodded then said "I haven't told a single soul this yet but I just came out of the hospital" And I said "oh are you okay?" And she said "Im cancer free" I was so shocked. I was the first person she told, her husband didn't even know yet. I hope she is living a long and happy life 😌

I’ll never forget the person on the Suicide hotline who talked me down from the edge. We talked about Star Wars and how wise Yoda was and it made me laugh. I wish I remembered his name. Thank you for helping me stay here.

When my brother and I were little, my dad went into a gas station and left us in the car. I think I was around 9 so he was 7. My dad drove a standard. My brother and I are playing around in the car, and one of us accidentally engaged the emergency break. We started rolling down a hill into what would have been oncoming city traffic. We started screaming. We didn’t know what to do as we were just kids. Even though it only took seconds, it felt like forever. A man with long hair, chains, and tattoos ran up along side of the car, reached through my open window, and pulled the ebrake up before we hit the curb. I’m 37 now, and I will never forget him. He more than likely saved our lives. He came and went very quickly. My dad didn’t even have a chance to thank him. Im very thankful for him.

I love it here. E-mailed myself this link so I can come back from time to time to read the comments. Thank you to everyone. You all are my stranger!

I love how this reminds me that for every bad person in the world, there are tons of good people willing to lend a helping hand.

95% of the comments are about meeting the strangers. Might as well do the same I met a stranger (a kid) at a party who gave me an oreo. The last oreo. He sacrificed his last oreo just to give it to me I'm 23

This is such a beautiful video. ❤️ Had me crying the whole time. It reminded me of meeting a stranger 2 years ago. I was standing on the street in front of our house with my parents and my husband. It was dark outside and from down the street a woman comes walking toward us. She was carrying her purse but she didn’t have any shoes on and she was really flighty and anxious. I called out to her to ask if she was alright, if she needed help. She was so far in shock that she almost kept walking but I knew she was in trouble. My husband and I convinced her to come inside and she told us how she had been abused by her boyfriend. He had beat her, choked her till she passed out and locked her in their closet. She stayed with us for a while until her adult daughter was able to join her and encourage her to go to the police. The cops picked them both up at our doorstep to take her to safety and get a statement from her. The experience taught me that you can’t just “stay out of someone else’s business”, all the time. She was afraid and alone and she needed someone to step in for her. A few weeks later I saw her again when she came back to the neighborhood to get some of her belongings. She told me that her boyfriend had been arrested because of what she reported and she was in the process of pressing charges. I was so proud of her and so happy to see how much better she was doing. I’m so lucky to have known her.

2001, I was 16, sat down at a bench next ro a tall grown, elderly man. Noticed a faded tatoo with several numbers on his inner wrist. Gathered all my courage and asked him if this tattoo meant what I assume it means. He said I was right and told me that he survived a concentration camp as a young man. Told me how starved he was (less than my weight back then, I was sth about 50 kg). He was so gentle and kind.

I was like, 11. I was trying to sell my art at the park for $.50 because I didn’t think it was really worth much. This dude comes up and asks me to draw out his daughters name in bubble letters (butterfly themed) and he gave me $3 for a mediocre drawing. He told me he knew what it felt like, doing what i was doing, and wanted to push me and support me. It made me feel like I was worth so much more than I originally thought. Another time, by chance, I was walking home from my friends house after my sister dropped said friend off. It was nice and she wanted to chat with her so I decided to walk to my nearby home. Suddenly, a dude stops me. Not the same dude from before but like, a dude I kinda recognized runs out and says “are you the girl who draws at the park?” “Uh... yea?” “Wait here, I have something for you” I was standing there kinda like, uh, ok. So he comes out 5 minutes later with a big Bob Ross set. Turns out, he got it for a Christmas present 10 years ago and never used it. It was from his father. He said he wanted me to have it because he never used it and I could do more than he could with it. It was worth, like, $100. It was really sweet.

We gotta find the girl who taught the French man to say “three”!

Back in late 2014 I was working at a gas station, and this girl around my age (18 at the time), came in crying and obviously torn up about something, I never knew what it was about. She asked me if I was a religious man, at the time I wasn't, so I just kind of stared and asked why. She said "if you are, you could please pray for me". I asked for her name "so He would know who I was talking about". I still remember her name. For some reason I prayed about her often for weeks after, just making sure she was ok. She came back in a few months later and told me everything was good.

I often show kidness and give compliments to strangers, and this video makes me think if i am someones stranger they still remember. It makes my heart smile.

I was at an airport and my dad starts hitting and yelling at me. Some lady comes is, stops him and calls security. Never forget her.

I remember sitting next to a woman on a flight to Dubai, I was 13 at the time. She gave me her dessert with a smile, I remember being in awe of her beauty, petite woman with blonde curly hair. When we landed in Dubai I saw her run up to her partner and jump into his arms. There was just something different about her, a free spirit.

The one stranger I constantly remember, was a dainty, beautiful, blonde French girl from "Paree". I met her in an Irish pub in Sofia, Bulgaria whilst backpacking when I was 24. She told me she was 17 years old and I asked her how she was brave enough to travel on her own at that age, but she said that she was in Sofia with her 'Faza' (father), not on her own. However, on that night she was out in the city on her own with two older men. I was quite naive at 24 but I still I had an irksome feeling about those two men. One was huge and muscular and had a motorbike. The other was older and slimey. She said they were her friends. I asked for her phone number and later they all left. It took me years to figure out why that evening made me so uncomfortable. That big guy on the motorbike was a predator. A PREDATOR. It was in his eyes and the way he looked at her like he was going to consume her. He was either high on drugs or high on the close proximity of the dainty blonde girl who was his prey. He was creeping on her and I regret so much, not taking her away from them. I believed her when she said she could handle herself and that the two men were her friends. I worry to this day that she was about to be attacked, trafficked, or was a human trafficking victim already. I have searched data bases for missing children to see if I could recognise her face. I regret the loss of her phone number with my old phone. I hope all my fears for this young woman were imagined, are you out there blonde Parisian beauty? Do you remember meeting me in that Irish pub? Are you okay?

No strangers ever did anything drastic, just the small acts of kindness are what I remember. I was getting off of my school van to my bus stop, and when I realized my bag was open, it was too late. All of the papers were blown out, and these 2 nice ladies by the bus stop without hesitation help me put my papers back in my bag. Nice people

I was going to the supermarket, and there was this homeless man in front of the door, I asked him if I could get him something to eat or anything, and he looked at me right in the eyes and said " Would you please give me a smile ? " It just blew me away.

I was waiting at a bus stop, drinking some tea, when an 85-year-old woman walked up to me and said: "All alone at the bus stop, drinking some tea...or gin?" I laughed and said just tea today. She asked me what I was studying and I said philosophy and environmental studies. She smiled and said "Oh I love that. that is wonderful. They talk about how much the sea levels are rising" She began to tell me about her memories of war and the machines they used, but my bus arrived so I didn't hear all that she had to say. She pat me on the back and said "save us"

A girl named Blanca. Gave me a whole speech in the bathroom of Buffalo WIld Wings about cherishing myself more, learning to love myself, going through trauma, overcoming it and not letting other peoples words get into your head. She was amazing.

A woman at a rehab for alkies, one that was a halfway house as well, told me I couldn't leave. I made it clear she had no legal hold on me; then the control freak got livid & screams I'd Never stay sober. She made me soon angry I decided to prove her wrong...the title of this vid caused me to remember her. Sober 4 decades, now.

I gave a homeless man $20 and he sat down with me and thanked me repeatedly. He said that he could see pain in my eyes and he was right ( I have depression), he told me that he would pray for me and gave me the most pure smile

4:27 God I had an experience really similar. I was coming back from school, I remember i was passing by a footbridge. And then a girl, hugs me and whispers "Keep walking, he has been following you" Once we got to the other side, i saw a man walking by near us. Girl If you're watching this, Thank you.

I was an extraordinarily isolated child. I was homeschooled and lived in a neighborhood with no other children, and next to nothing was in walking (or biking) distance. I used to read books about kids who were in public school and marvel at the lives of even the “loners”. I dreamed about what it was like to meet up with someone after school, to play at the playground together, or even just what it would be like to visit a friend’s house: something I’d never done, nor had anyone visited mine. One day when I was 8 or so, my mom drove me out to a park in another neighborhood so I could play. I was acting out a scene from one of my favorite books when a girl came up to me and asked me if I wanted to play with her since none of her friends could be there that day. She took me off down a trail into the woods, to a place where the neighborhood kids had made a sort of nest out of tree branches, and we just sat there while she told me stories about the games they’d play, the neighborhood boys who harassed them- anything. She showed me the tree with a loose branch, which they’d use to shake the tree tops like a little bat-signal to call all the other girls over. We even ran from the boys when a few of them showed up and hid in the other, “secret” meeting place. For a half hour or so, I got to be an actual, real kid. I’ll never forget it.

These stories are just beautiful... I almost died in a car crash and still remember the girl who stopped her car and put pressure on my injuries to stop the bleeding while we waited for the ambulance. I wish I could remember her face, but I will never forget her kindness...

I was living in China and I was moving from one district to another, my chinese wasn’t good by that time and the driver that took me home helped me to put my stuff inside the new apartment and when it was time to pay him he didn’t accept the money, he just keep saying “I don’t want it” then through didi’s platform he sent me a message which was “my son is also a student in a foreign country I hope he gets treated the same by foreigners and that you get treated well in my home town” that really touched my heart forever

Once my best friends dad kicked me out of their house when he found out why I was staying with them (I had come out as gay and my mom didnt want me at home) so I went out in the rain to try and find my way to my grand dads house. I hadnt lived in the town for very long so I didnt know it very well but I figured it couldnt hurt to try. After about two hours I decided I was hopelessly lost and needed to go ask someone for directions. I was afraid because it wasnt a very safe town and I had never been in this sort of situation before. I picked a house with some childrens toys in the front yard, because I thought that if they had kids they might be willing to help someone else's kid out. I knocked on the door and I guess I didn't realize how upset I was, but when she looked at me, standing out there shaking, scared, in the rain and asked me what was wrong I started crying. As soon as I did the woman who had answered the door pulled me inside and wrapped me into a hug, wet clothes and all. She gave me tea and something to eat, and had me tell her what happened. She assured me it was all going to be okay, and when she made sure I would be safe and accepted there, she drove me to my grand dads. She skipped work to take care of me for that short hour. I got out of the car and she walked me to the door. When I opened it up she stopped me and asked if she could hug me. I told her yes and she did. I asked her why she let me in when she had a child in the house with her and she explained that she figured I was an angel, or that an angel must have sent me because we both needed help. her aunt died that week, which was the only reason she was in town. If i had come two hours earlier I would have knocked on an empty house, and she wouldnt have been able to feel like she did good. I dont know her name, I dont know where she's from, but she saved me, and I do know I'll never forget her. Thank you for reading my little story :)

I have ASD (or Aspergers to simplify things). I have awful Misophonia, which is a deep sensitivity to sounds, and the severe ticks and emotional responses to them. My school was having a pep rally type of thing in the gym and we all were required to attend. I wasn’t ever in special ed because I ‘didn’t look autistic’ so my issues weren’t taken seriously by the school. So I was there in the gym, forced to be surrounded by 2000 people in the same room, packed shoulder to shoulder. I was near the top of the bleachers sitting with my friends. I had already been having anxiety out of me anticipating the noise I would be hearing, which made my reaction stronger. It’s not the volume of the noises that is the issue, rather it’s the noises themselves. People secretly eating Takis out of there back pack, someone belting out whatever pop garbage they are listening to, feet tapping, shoes squeaking, people laughing. I always try to conceal it but it’s pretty obvious when I’m having an attack. I press my knees together and bring my shoulder up to my ear. I don’t blame my friends for not noticing, they were focused on the contents of the rally. I was at the end of my row of friends, so there was a random student to my left. I guess he felt my shoulder move up or noticed my feet tapping because he turned to face me. Behind my panic I was also deeply embarrassed. I’m sitting there as a grown a$$ person, 17 years old, and reacting like a child. I expected him to be rude but he asked me if I was okay. I couldn’t respond, which was an answer in itself. He put a hand on my knee to ground me, and helped me down the bleachers. He lead me to the outside of the gym and just stood with me until the anxiety attack passed. I am so great full for him doing that. I made sure to thank him as soon as I could speak. We are friends now, but we were strangers when we met. I am deeply thankful for his kindness.

All these people: *wholesome stories* Me: *Remembering all the jerks and idiots Ive seen*

imagine if one of them talked about a stranger and another person talks about that stranger, basically two different people remember each other as there stranger

I’m saving this video so that I can read all these amazing comments when I’m having a bad day. 😢 They are so lovely! Thanks for sharing your stories. I’ll think of something to add and come back. ❤