Woman Makes FB Post about How a Young Store Clerk Treated an Elderly Man Who Asked for Help
The good we do for others can have a deep impact both on those we help and the onlookers who witness our generosity. By doing good, we make this world a much better place. Always keep in mind that no matter how small our act of kindness is, it can go a long way!
“I had to share this so everyone could see it!
“I was in the Tifton, Ga Publix tonight, when I saw one of the most beautiful scenes unfold before my eyes. A young man, by the name of Roger, was helping an elderly gentleman in a motorized wheelchair; he had the man’s shopping list and was helping him find his desired items. I stood there with another woman who had witnessed all of this and couldn’t hide the immense gratitude I had for that young man, Roger, as I teared up. She said she was coming in when the elderly gentleman stopped the young man, that was hard at work and asked, ‘Are you busy?’ And Roger smiled politely and replied, ‘No sir, how can I help you?’ The elderly man then asked him for his help because he knew it would take him all night to find what he needed and manage to get the items in his cart if he tried to do it alone.
“Roger, without hesitating, told him he would be happy to help. There was no agitation in his tone for being interrupted. There was no rush to his walk to make the man feel like he was a burden. He made that man feel important. He was listening to the man talk and made sure to be attentive and answered with respect and manners. As Roger passed me in the aisle, he greeted me with a smile and asked me how my evening was going and proceeded to help the man. It is so rare to see such a young person have such respect for his elders. I had tears knowing that the elderly gentleman was probably happy to have someone help him AND to listen to him. You don’t get this kind of service at just any grocery store but Publix, specifically the Publix in Tifton, Ga. This young man’s act of kindness meant so much to me and I am sure it meant so much to the gentleman he helped.”
84-Year-Old Lady Dressed in Hilariously “Provocative” Outfit Steals the Show at Retirement Home Party
Some people are born to party and to have fun, and nothing could ever stop them enjoy their life, not even their age. This lovely 84-year-old lady that brought a huge smile on our faces teaches us that we should always be who we are, no matter what other people say.
It was party time at her retirement home and she knew she had to stand out by wearing the fanciest Halloween costume there was. So, she didn’t waste any time before she searched for something unique that she could nail.
And guess what, she found exactly what she was looking for. A long dress that made her look like she was wearing a revealing bikini.
Once her dress was there, she couldn’t wait to try it. The illusion was spot on and she was eager to see the reaction of the rest of the residents.
This incredible lady with a great sense of humor added to her already distinctive appearance by wearing a purple wig.
She then made her way to the room where everyone else was using her walker. Of course, it goes without saying that many heads were turned. Her friends loved her costume and they showed it by giving her a round of applause for creativity.
However, thanks to the lady’s daughter, Staci Clemmer, the amazement her mom brought at the residents could be seen at other people too after the video of the Halloween party was shared online.
More than 14 million people have seen this lady’s creativity, and the comments were positive. They said she rocked the outfit and looked beyond cute.
We are sure this lovely lady has always known how to find the good at everything because she resembles as though she dances through life. She doesn’t let her age define her happiness, instead, she lets her vibrant personality shine. And that’s awesome, because that way she doesn’t only have fun herself, but makes the lives of those around her a bit more cheerful.
Don’t ever let you age frighten you. You can always remain young in heart and keep your spirit alive. And if you think that’s not possible, watch this lovely video again.
Man Died of Coronavirus, Wife Wept for Help as She Was Quarantined With His Dead Body for 30 Hours
Since the World Health Organization declared the Covid 19 as a pandemic, the number of people affected by the virus causing it increases on a daily basis and no country is spared. The death toll goes up with each passing day, whole countries are on lockdown, and people fear for their life and the lives of their loved ones.
And as much as we are all highly disturbed by the mass panic that caught with the whole world, horrific stories like the one of an Italian woman whose name hasn’t been revealed reminds us of the severity of the situation.
According to Fox 8 News, the woman’s husband was tested positive for the virus but refused to be hospitalized. He passed away on March 9, 2020 in his apartment located in the northwestern coastal province of Borghetto Santo Spirito, west of Genoa. Authorities were able to answer his wife’s pleas for help on Wednesday, two days later. Sadly, she couldn’t get any help earlier than that because of the restrictions and nationwide shutdown, so she was forced to spend 30 hours with his dead body, with no one by her side to comfort her.
It was reported how the helpless woman was seen crying and screaming for help from her balcony.
“Right now the most important thing is to think about this lady, alone with the body of her husband,” a neighbor told IVG.IT, as quoted by Mirror. “No one can come close to help her nor comfort her. We hope this is quickly resolved. Our thoughts are with her and on what she is living through.”
When asked for a comment on the case, the mayor of Borghetto Santo Spirito, Giancarlo Canepa told CNN, “Yes, it is true she is still there with the body and we won’t be able to remove it until Wednesday morning. Unfortunately, we have a security protocol we must follow.”
Coronavirus death sees woman in apartment quarantine with husband’s dead body https://t.co/PV8M9d2CB8
— Jacob Brown (@JacobNBrown1992) March 12, 2020
The mayor added how this ordeal could have been avoided if the man accepted to be taken to hospital when his test results came positive.
When help finally arrived, his dead body was taken to Milan for an autopsy. The whole experience affected the wife deeply, so she’s currently getting psychological help.
A woman spent 30 hours in her home with her husband’s dead body due to Italy’s quarantine rules.
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— azfamily 3TV CBS 5 (@azfamily) March 11, 2020
Many countries are doing their best to fight this virus that’s spreading further and further. Schools have been locked around Europe and the U.S. and people are asked to follow recommendations that would help overcome the situation as soon as possible.
Gang Members Attack and Humiliate a Veteran – His Reaction Leaves Them in Awe
Many times during our lifetime, we come across people that hurt our feelings and treat us with disrespect. The thing is that these kinds of individuals will always be there, but it’s up to us to decide how we will handle that situation. Will we answer back with rage and disrespect, or will we show kindness instead? If you ever wonder what the right thing to do would be, please read the following story.
Carl was a quiet man. He didn’t talk much. He would always greet you with a big smile and a firm handshake. Even after living in our neighborhood for over 50 years, no one could really say they knew him very well. Before his retirement, he took the bus to work each morning. The lone sight of him walking down the street often worried us. He had a slight limp from a bullet wound received in WWII. Watching him, we worried that although he had survived WWII, he may not make it through our changing uptown neighborhood with its ever-increasing random violence, gangs, and drug activity.
When he saw the flyer at our local church asking for volunteers for caring for the gardens behind the minister’s residence, he responded in his characteristically unassuming manner. Without fanfare, he just signed up. He was well into his 87th year when the very thing we had always feared finally happened. He was just finishing his watering for the day when three gang members approached him. Ignoring their attempt to intimidate him, he simply asked, “Would you like a drink from the hose?” The tallest and toughest-looking of the three said, “Yeah, sure,” with a malevolent little smile.
As Carl offered the hose to him, the other two grabbed Carl’s arm, throwing him down. As the hose snaked crazily over the ground, dousing everything in its way, Carl’s assailants stole his retirement watch and his wallet, and then fled. Carl tried to get himself up, but he had been thrown down on his bad leg. He lay there trying to gather himself as the minister came running
to help him.
Although the minister had witnessed the attack from his window, he couldn’t get there fast enough to stop it. “Carl, are you okay? Are you hurt?” the minister kept asking as he helped Carl to his feet. Carl just passed a hand over his brow and sighed, shaking his head, “Just some punk kids!” I hope they’ll wise-up someday.”
His wet clothes clung to his slight frame as he bent to pick up the hose. He adjusted the nozzle again and started to water. Confused and a little concerned, the minister asked, “Carl, what are you doing?” “I’ve got to finish my watering. It’s been very dry lately,” came his calm reply.
Satisfying himself that Carl really was all right, the minister could only marvel. Carl was a man from a different time and place.
A few weeks later the three returned. Just as before their threat was unchallenged. Carl again offered them a drink from his hose. This time they didn’t rob him. They wrenched the hose from his hand and drenched him head to foot in the icy water. When they had finished their humiliation of him, they sauntered off down the street, throwing catcalls and curses, falling over one another laughing at the hilarity of what they had just done. Carl just watched them. Then he turned toward the warmth giving sun, picked up his hose, and went on with his watering. The summer was quickly fading into fall Carl was doing some tilling when he was startled by the sudden approach of someone behind him. He stumbled and fell into some evergreen branches.
As he struggled to regain his footing, he turned to see the tall leader of his summer tormentors reaching down for him. He braced himself for the expected attack.
“Don’t worry old man, I’m not gonna hurt you this time.” The young man spoke softly, still offering the tattooed and scarred hand to Carl. As he helped Carl get up, the man pulled a crumpled bag from his pocket and handed it to Carl. “What’s this?” Carl asked. “It’s your stuff,” the man explained. “It’s your stuff back, even the money in your wallet.” “I don’t understand,” Carl said. “Why would you help me now?”
The man shifted his feet, seeming embarrassed and ill at ease. “I learned something from you,” he said. “I ran with that gang and hurt people like you. We picked you because you were old and we knew we could do it. But every time we came and did something to you, instead of yelling and fighting back, you tried to give us a drink. You didn’t hate us for hating you. You kept showing love against our hate.” He stopped for a moment. “I couldn’t sleep after we stole your stuff, so here it is back.”
He paused for another awkward moment, not knowing what more there was to say. “That bag’s my way of saying thanks for straightening me out, I guess.” And with that, he walked off down
the street. Carl looked down at the sack in his hands and gingerly opened it. He took out his retirement watch and put it back on his wrist. Opening his wallet, he checked for his wedding photo. He gazed for a moment at the young bride that still smiled back at him from all those years ago. He died one cold day after Christmas that winter. Many people attended his funeral in spite of the weather. In particular the minister noticed a tall young man that he didn’t know sitting quietly in a distant corner of the church. The minister spoke of Carl’s garden as a lesson in life. In a voice made thick with unshed tears, he said, “Do your best and make your garden as beautiful as you can. We will never forget Carl and his garden.”
The following spring another flyer went up. It read: “Person needed to care for Carl’s garden.” The flyer went unnoticed by the busy parishioners until one day when a knock was heard at the minister’s office door. Opening the door, the minister saw a pair of scarred and tattooed hands holding the flyer. “I believe this is my job, if you’ll have me,” the young man said. The minister recognized him as the same young man who had returned the stolen watch and wallet to Carl. He knew that Carl’s kindness had turned this man’s life around. As the minister handed him the keys to the garden shed, he said, “Yes, go take care of Carl’s garden and honor him.” The man
went to work and, over the next several years, he tended the flowers and vegetables just as Carl had done.
During that time, he went to college, got married, and became a prominent member of the community. But he never forgot his promise to Carl’s memory and kept the garden as beautiful as he thought Carl would have kept it.
One day he approached the new minister and told him that he couldn’t care for the garden any longer. He explained with a shy and happy smile, “My wife just had a baby boy last night, and she’s bringing him home on Saturday.” “Well, congratulations!” said the minister, as he was handed the garden shed keys. “That’s wonderful! What’s the baby’s name?” “Carl,” he replied.
That’s the gospel of forgiveness in Jesus shining from one man’s heart to another. “Let your light shine before men that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father who is in heaven.” (Matthew 5:16).
Daughter Regrets Losing Patience With Her Old Mom During Shopping
When we are younger, especially during our teenage years, we tend to get into conflict with our moms. That’s because we believe we know everything and refuse to accept their advice on how life really works. Later on, however, we realize that no other person in this world is able to give us so much love and unconditional support the way our moms do. We also realize that we should never argue with them ever again but cherish their presence in our life as much as we can.
A few years ago, when my mother was, visiting, she asked me to go shopping with her because she needed a new dress. I don’t normally like to go shopping with other people, and I’m not a patient person, but we set off for the mall together nonetheless.
We visited nearly every store that carried ladies’ dresses, and my mother tried on dress after dress, rejecting then all. As the day wore on, I grew weary and my mother grew frustrated.
Finally, at our last stop, my mother tried on a lovely blue three-piece dress. The blouse had a bow at the neckline, and as I stood in the dressing room with her, I watched as she tried, with much difficulty, to tie the bow. Her hands were so badly crippled from arthritis that she couldn’t do it. Immediately, my impatience gave way to an overwhelming wave of compassion for her. I turned away to try and hide the tears that welled up involuntarily. Regaining my composure, I turned back to tie the bow for her.
The dress was beautiful, and she bought it. Our shopping trip was over, but the event was etched indelibly in my memory.
For the rest of the day, my mind kept returning to that moment in the dressing room and to the vision of my mother’s hands trying to tie that bow. Those loving hands that had fed me, bathed me, dressed me, caressed and comforted me, and, most of all, prayed for me, were now touching me in the most remarkable manner.
Later in the evening, I went to my mother’s room, took her hands in mine, kissed them and, much to her surprise, told her that to me they were the most beautiful hands in the world.
I’m so grateful that God let me see with new eyes what a precious, priceless gift a loving, self-sacrificing mother is. I can only pray that some day my hands, and my heart, will have earned such a beauty of their own.
Everyone Walked Past This Elderly Lady Who Slipped While Carrying Groceries
One of the best actors of all time, late Robin Williams, once said, “Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always.” Now imagine what would have happened if we all lived by these wise words. Here is the answer. The world would be a better place and no person will ever experience the pain of being treated with disrespect.
The following story was shared by a man who witnessed one of the saddest sights ever, that of a helpless and vulnerable elderly lady who was in need of a helping hand but none of the passersby was willing to give it to her.
It reminds us that no matter how tiny the good deeds we do for others may seem to us, they can mean the world to someone. It goes like this:
While living in Chicago, I was walking down 63rd St. It was a cold, blustery day. On the opposite side of the street, I noticed a little old lady struggling with two large bags of groceries. All of a sudden, she slipped and fell on a patch of ice.
No one seemed to notice, didn’t care, or just simply ignored the lady in her plight. In fact, they either stepped over her, or went around her. No pone stopped to ask if she was hurt or tried to help her. I watched for a minute or two to see what would happen. Nobody offered any assistance at all!
Even though I knew I was going to be late for work, I ran across the street to see if I could help her. She was crying and had a large cut on her leg. I helped her up, gathered her spilled groceries, and walked her home. She only lived about a block or two away. But those blocks in the city are long! They don’t call them city blocks for nothing! Anyway, when we arrived at her house, she invited me in for coffee. I didn’t have the heart to say no because she looked so lonely. I fixed up her leg, and then we had coffee. She told me some remarkable stories and shared pictures. Thus began a warm and lasting friendship.
I went to visit with her once a week after that. She looked forward to my weekly visits, and always had coffee and sweets, as she called them. We were good friends for several years until she passed away. She was 78. I miss you Hannah.
RIP. Sleep with the angels.
Customer Overhears a Rich Woman Going Off on a Kid for a Cake Mix. When the Kid Starts Crying He Plots a Revenge
Some people are so full of themselves that they feel like they own the world and everyone around them is worthless. Luckily, there are also these other kinds of people who wouldn’t put up with someone hurting and humiliating others.
Well, this is a story of a man who stood up for one young employee without the kid even knowing that. And, he confessed it felt good to teach the rude person a lesson.
I was at the grocery store yesterday getting some stuff for this weekend when I stumbled upon something that really ticked me off. I’m just hanging out, minding my own business looking for stuff on the list my wife made me, when I heard something in the next aisle. Sounded like an argument. I’m a curious guy, so I skiddoodled on over to see what was going on. Some middle-aged soccer mom looking bitch was absolutely tearing into this cherub-faced kid about them not carrying the type of cake mix she wanted. “This is ridiculous! What kind of place is this! I need that cake mix! Get your ass to the backroom and look for it again! I’m having a party tomorrow and have to have it!” The poor guy looked shell-shocked. If he was anything over 16 years old, I would be so surprised. But I’ll give it to him, he handled it pretty well. “I’m sorry ma’am … we don’t have any. I already looked … we have the store brand, though … it’s basically the same stuff… I’d be happy to get some of that for you?” he replied. Good on you, young store employee.“NO. I DON’T WANT OFF-BRAND. YOU ARE A LOSER! GET ME YOUR MANAGER.”
Cake bitch was losing her shit. I know cake is awesome, but com’on lady, you’re being a big ol’ turd. The kid’s manager comes out, chats with the lady who continues to freak out, but eventually gets her just to take the store-brand cake mix. He and his employee walk past me, I noticed that the kid was in tears. I was feeling a little bit feisty yesterday. I can be a bastard-coated-bastard with bastard filling sometimes, but I absolutely hate it when people are rude to store employees/waiters/people they think are ‘beneath them.’ Really, really pisses me off. That bitch wasn’t getting away with it. I stalked her through the store, never getting too close to set off alarm. She moved from aisle to aisle getting more things for her impending bitch-festival, not knowing that a predator was about to strike. She got some pretty delicious looking things, I might add…but I wasn’t after those. I had my target. I was going to take that fuc**ng cake mix. I knew exactly where it was in her cart. Her cart was getting pretty full so I decided to move in for the kill. The petty-revenge gods were on my side because somehow the cake mix wasn’t covered by anything. She turned her back on her cart and bent down to get something off the bottom shelf. I rushed in, very nonchalantly snagged the cake mix out of her cart, and moved on. Of course I had to watch to make sure she checked out. In fact, I made sure I was right behind her. She didn’t notice a thing. For how big of a deal that damn cake mix was to her, I was surprised how little attention she payed to what she put on the conveyor belt. I smiled all night thinking about how she got home, unloaded all of her groceries, but couldn’t find the cake mix. She probably went back out to her car, looked around, maybe under the seats … but guess what lady, it’s not there. That cake mix deserved better than her. I bought it. It was confetti cake mix. It might have been for a kids party for all I know, but I don’t care. I made it when I got home and it was fuc**ing delicious. Store brands are great. Please share this story with your friends and family Peace and LoveMom leaves her baby with a teenager for a few minutes: seconds later she gets a picture and breaks down
Since the dawn of time teens have been babysitters, for some girls it’s a great way to earn some cash and easy money. These days though babysitting has become a different animal, there are so many regulations and rules to follow, it’s very different!
Us parents leave our children in the care of someone and that takes quite a bit of trust from the very beginning. We wouldn’t just leave them with anyone, mom’s want sitters with experience! One mom, Claudia Sorhaindo, really thought she had been sensible asking her teenage niece to babysit her 2-month-old daughter. Later she realized that when she received a text from her niece, that not everyone follows the rules of childcare all the time! Finding a babysitter at the last minute is really hard, almost impossible, so sometimes family members are the only choice, but always the right person for the job at hand… Claudia needed to do some errands, so on the last minute she enlisted the help of her niece, 15-years-old, she is one of 17 grand-kids so has plenty of experience! On Facebook, Claudia said:“So I had to run out the house for a quick min, so I asked my niece to babysit Baby Ava. A few mins later I received a text saying that J’Ann wanted to make a sandwich but didn’t want to let baby Ava out of her sight.”
Some kids for some sitters, even experienced sitter are quite a handful, but especially when you don’t have a spare hand to hold baby, make sandwiches and talk on the phone! So what do you do? Well as the expression goes ‘mother of invention’ is, you guessed it, ‘necessity’ which gave birth to the most amazing and funny solution you will ever see, J’ann’s creativity strikes! Mom, Claudia said:“Lord sends help, this was her solution…like really…creativity at its finest.”
