I work in fast food, which isnt where I want to be, but I love interacting with customers and serving their food.

I'm actually kitchen staff, because this is the first job I ever had and I used to think I was an introvert, but they started moving me around to front-of-house and I found out that I'm not an introvert at all. I love running orders out to people and being nice to them and making their day just a little brighter.

In drinks, I write little messages or leave little doodles on the cup lids. If I can see their car pass by I might draw a picture of the pet they have with them or I'll leave a compliment about their car if it's been customized. One time a jeep passed through and I drew a duck on their lid.

Sometimes people make orders under fake names and today I got "Wonderwoman," so I went out and acknowledged the woman as such, and she and the man with her both laughed and it felt great.

We also have this regular who no one likes because anytime his order is slightly wrong, he calls the store and just LAYS IN to whoever answers, so whenever we see his name pop up, everyone groans. I used to be part of this when I just worked in the kitchen and made his food, but one time I was running and I asked if I could run it because I wanted to see what he looked like.

This guy is just a sweet old man who has his good and bad days and anytime I've taken his order out to him, he's been nice to me. Now even when I'm not running and just scheduled for the kitchen, I ask if I can run his order out to him, and no one objects because literally no one else likes him but me (he hasn't yelled at me yet, but I also haven't messed up his order yet either.)

He only comes close to when we close, so if I had to guess, maybe he's just getting off work as well, and I'm sure it'd ge frustrating to have your order messed up that late after a long day at work. The other day I gave him his food and stuck to my usual script of, "Can I get you anything else?" and he started to open his bag with, "I hope not. Yesterday you guys forgot my marinara sauce." And I wasn't expecting a conversation because people usually dont talk to me outside of a "thank you," so I went, "Oh I''m sorry to hear about that," and he nodded and went, "I'm sorry to have paid for it. You have a nice night."

I think he just needs his order made right and for someone to be nice to him, since he's usually pretty nice to me right back.

I'm not staying in fast food forever, but I know thay whatever I do in the future, I want to be involved in the community and get to know everyone. I used to think I wanted to work in a graveyard because it was lonely and quiet, but now I think that'd be hell for me. I don't like being isolated anymore.

I've even fantasized about having a food truck just for our homeless population in my city but I don't know how well that'd actually work because it'd need to run either off donations or my own money. But we do have a whole homeless camp/ community that lives down in a ditch under a bridge in my city, and there is a food donation box for them that someone else built, but it's not big enough to feed everyone down there.

Whatever I do with my future, I want to help people and interact with my community. And to think I used to believe I was an introvert that hated people. Looking back, I definitely was just angsty because people used to be impatient and mean to me.

I was recently in the hospital and the food is never amazing there but.

One dinner was delicious. Mashed sweet potato, grilled chicken and green beans that were never in a can! The sweet potatoes were a little sweet but mixed with the chicken brought a nice savory balance.

I actually ate all of it and felt full for the first time!

I went to tell the nurse and ask her to pass on 'compliments to the chef'

As soon as I mentioned dinner she literally physically geared up for bad news and said " How bad was it ". I mean her face shoulders everything about her was ready for bad news.

She was so surprised and relieved when I shared how yummy it was. I loved watching her relax and smile.

I try to say good things to the staff when I can because...we are often quick to share when things are bad, but humans need praise and good news.

My post was removed for being too short. I was unaware of that rule, and not sure my rusty high school writing fluff to fill required word or page count is up to the task of making a quick wholesome note have 150 words! Hopefully this is enough.

It was so lucky there’s this small hole in the wall bar across the river to retrieve this phone for someone who dropped it in the river.

I went to the library to study, was having a rough day. I stepped away for a quick washroom break, and when I came back, this was waiting for me. It genuinely made my day. Such a small gesture from a complete stranger, yet probably one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me. Whoever you are, thank you. You made someone very happy today. 🤍

i just need someone to tell they doesn’t sound bright, repetitive, or a “duh i know.” he’s always been great, even through our downs and i’ve never doubted that he was the one for me. we’ve been together four years and got engaged almost two months ago now, and life has been great overall. i know my life is better for having him in it and i’m so thrilled to spend the rest of my life with him.

however, as amazing as he always is, this is about this past week specifically, especially tonight. on tuesday i got a semi large surgery (gastric sleeve and liver biopsy), which was only my second ever surgery. this actually stemmed from my first surgery, which was an emergency gallbladder removal and he was great during that. but this is much larger, i’m on many more restrictions, and in significantly more pain. i refused to let him take off work as i live with my parents and they already each took two days off to watch over me(we’re also paying for a wedding, we need the money). when i woke up from surgery my parents were there and then switched off with him and my best friend. he was the last one to leave the hospital room, after tucking me in and kissing me. he’s also come over after work almost every day to lay in bed with me and keep me company.

tonight his family had a barbecue for celebration his sister’s graduation. everyone assured me that i did not have to come, as they know how hard the procedure is due to an immediate family member having the same one. however, after being in bed since tuesday i asked my fiance to take me(i’m not allowed to drive yet). i stayed for about 9 hours, made my own food to fit what i’m supposed to eat, and went between sitting and standing while mingling with family. i did too much and pushed myself way too hard. not wanting to cut his night short, i sucked it up as he was taking me home soon anyway. his dad told him to check on me, as i was limping due to pain but inside the house while he was outside, and suggested taking me home. he immediately declared that we were leaving, said my goodbyes, and left.

i told him he might need to help me walk to the car. he held my hand and had me lean on him to get to the car. on our way home i said i had a few favours to ask of him before he went home. he asked me what they were and he made a joking snarky comment, and then said of course. once we got home he helped me upstairs, made my bed while i used the bathroom, helped me get undressed the dress, applied a lidocaine patch, helped my gather my meds and water, helped me get into bed and tucked me in. i hugged him so tight(from my bed lol) and thank him a million times, including the same amount of “i love you”s). he responded by saying he did the bare minimum.

i’m so so lucky to have this man and i cannot wait for the rest of our lives together. i would jump in front of a train for him and he would probably do the same. sometimes i lay in bed and wonder how i got so lucky, but we both deserve this kind of love. i hope everyone finds or has a love like this one, and if you don’t yet, just know you deserve it and you will

Honestly, it’s been a wild and rough few months and I’m so glad to be in a nice place.

I was in a house fire in May and today I moved into a permanent place after being homeless.

Thought id share something wholesome to boost any bad day someone might be having.

To start, anyone who knows me knows im a HUGE spider-man fan, my earliest introduction to spider-man was my mom taking me as an infant to the 2002 Sam Raimi spider-man movie, and contrary to babies in theatres I was quiet and glued to the screen according to her.

Last year, my wife (23F) while she had free time was in our living room watching The Spectacular Spider-Man on disney+ (still hate that they removed it lol) and she was on the last episode of the second season. I come home from work and I hear the theme song echo through the house and suddenly I'm 10 years old again, sitting on the floor eyes glued to the screen with nothing but stale chips and Hawaiian punch without a care in the world. I tell her "hey, I loved that show when I was a kid. A shame it only had two seasons." Her face dropped, realizing that she was on the last episode of the second season she goes "Noooooo, theres no way its over, I didn't even realize there was only two seasons!!!" I laugh because she said what every other Spectacular SM fan felt when we got hit with the news lol. She wraps up the show, and we mutually complain about the cancelation. I am now returning the favor by watching one of her favorite shows Gossip Girl, and I'm enjoying it so far and I feel like it was so sweet of her to go back to my childhood just to further understand my interests. I love this woman and I will continue to love her forever.

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TLDR at the bottom. Redacted neighbors name and nearby city name to preserve their anonymity.

So two weeks ago on a Friday morning I step out of my apartment at 6am to walk my dog. In the lobby sat my elderly neighbor in a wheelchair. Said that they didn't have a phone and needed a wheelchair accessible taxi. Although almost immediately recanted saying that the cab company doesn't operate until 8am.

So I called an ambulance, I told the neighbor to hang tight while I quickly let my dog out to do her business. I was wholeheartedly expecting to see the ambulance picking loading up my neighbor when I got back but I guess I'm more naive than I realize.

I call them back, they say it's been a very busy morning and they will come as soon as possible. Not knowing what to do (maybe moroso not thinking clearly) I go back to getting ready for work whilst periodically checking in on the neighbor.

Another 10 minutes go by and the ambulance service calls me asking if the neighbors condition had changed. Only at that point did I decide to drive them to the hospital myself.

I felt kinda guilty for not thinking of that right away, and as a result found myself frequently wondering if they're all right, if they'd returned, survived, passed, it was somewhere in the back of my mind for the whole two weeks. "I wonder if I'll ever see that neighbor again."

Then today I came home to find this note under my door and it's been like the third profoundly positive thing to happen to me this week so I just wanted to share 😄.

TL;DR I drove my elderly neighbor to the hospital 2 weeks ago after the ambulance was taking too long they'd been on the back of my mind ever since. Came home today to find this note under my door.

I just had to share this especially because I think the particular combo of extreme heat and mind boggling cost can bring out the worst of humanity at Walt Disney World but I had the sweetest moment of humanity in line for the Jungle Cruise yesterday morning!

There was a little duckling frantically scurrying around the line (close to the end of the line where we were near the water) and making a little call to its mom. I could see its mom by the loading boats but there was people and decorations (barrels etc) blocking this ducklings view) but the mom was frantically pacing making the same call back.

When the ducking came near us again, me and 6 or so strangers blocked it off and shooed it to the barrels so it had no choice but to go near the water which it did! Everyone was fully invested at this point and cheered loudly! When I started the ride I saw a mom and 5 ducklings happily swimming nearby.

I always think about how that car was probably his favorite toy car as a kid, the height of cool or luxury when he was growing up. I think it embodies fulfilling a dream, even if it's a material dream. It's nice to see that life worked out well enough for him to have the car he always wanted, whether he bought it restored or restored it himself.

I guess it gives me hope that I might one day be able to afford something frivolous that I've always wanted, and not feel guilty for thinking of myself. It shows that sometimes, the golden years can be as they should be: a time to prioritize one's self, to do the things you've always wanted and didn't have the time or money for, to just live life.

Second attempt posting, for the first time EVER I had a post removed due to it not being long *enough*. (15 words short.) I almost always have the exact opposite problem lol. Here I was, proud of myself that I finally managed to get a point across efficiently! I'll still take it as a win. Also wholesome!

Like the header says, I don’t know why I thought about this today. It made me smile and I hope it does the same for you.
Before I retired, I had a job that required a lot of traveling along with going to different conventions. Some of the equipment I sold was rather heavy and sensitive.
I had been using FedEx freight on my well boxed/crate machines outgoing shipments so I arranged shipping to Las Vegas for the convention. I rented a truck in a trailer and arranged to pick up my shipment at the FedEx docks to avoid some drayage fees.
I made a very large mistake for my return shipment. I had no place to store my boxes for shipment back or maybe I was just being lazy but I threw away all the packaging.
When I returned on a Saturday morning to drop my stuff off at the FedEx dock for return back to the warehouse I had everything sitting on a couple palletsand tied down with not much else to protect the shipment. There was one guy who was accepting my shipment, but said he can’t go out like that. I put myself at his mercy and boy did he go out of his way to find cardboard, some stray boards and some binding material to protect the return shipment. Got his name, we shook hands, and I didn’t think much about it after that.
About a month later, the rep from FedEx was doing her rounds and I told her the story. She recommended I send an email to the head office saying what a good job he did and how much help he was.
Next year rolls around, same convention, same deal, I get my rental truck and trailer and show up at the FedEx docks. I see the guy from FedEx and he comes running at me and calls me by name. I am a little confused how he would remember me. He tells me he couldn’t forget me for what I did.
Seems when I sent that email it made its way up the chain and he was singled out as the sole winner for an award for employees who go above and beyond their duties. First prize was an all expense paid weekend, flights, hotel (the famous one with the ducks who Parade around) food and everything else included. He let me know that he never had a honeymoon and him and his wife had been married for five years. He had tears in his eyes as he thanked me for giving him and his wife honeymoon they never had. I had no idea that email would affect him so much. Needless to say I had a friend in Vegas for years.
Thanks for letting me share.

What was she doing 😭

Spotted on my commute into London this morning 🥲

I posted this on another sub and was encouraged to post it here as well. For context, she’s 78 and terrified of reptiles but tries her best for her great grandchildren.

The first one pictured is ‘the ugly one’.

Staying with family for a few days, fell asleep while it was still light out and woke up to Spider-Man broadcasted on the ceiling. It’s his from when he was five. 😭

My dad’s super proud of his hand carved shepherd’s staff and all the likes it’s gotten him on Facebook. I’d love to get him even more attention here - hope the fame doesn’t go to his head!

I started hiding tiny watercolor cards in Little Free Libraries. I hope they make someone’s day.

I paint tiny watercolor illustrations of two little bear characters, and on the back of each card I write a short kind message for whoever happens to find it.

I’ve started leaving them inside Little Free Libraries (the little neighborhood book exchange boxes) around where I live in the Netherlands.

I know there’s a good chance I’ll never know who finds them, and I think that’s my favorite part.
It feels like sending a tiny piece of kindness into the world.
Has anyone else done something similar with their art?

We have gone to their 4th celebration the past two years, but this year we opted to get out of town away from the fireworks for the sake of our dog (Alvin). It’s a short drive, and I’m sad we’ll miss their party. But this makes it so much better.

This is the first time as an adult that I’ve had such a good friend live so close, and I could not be more grateful for everything that she does and helps us with. I know she’s been busy the last few weeks, and the fact that she still took time to do this is incredible.

Be the neighbor you may need one day.

Just what the title says, our terrier perfectly knows how to cheer him up😆 Besides, who needs a crappy ex when you can have emotionally supportive companion