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At 18, I had just relocated to NYC on my own, trying to adapt to the fast-paced lifestyle after moving from a small Southern town. It was my first experience using the subway, and I was completely clueless about how to purchase a MetroCard.

As I stood at the only functioning machine, a line of impatient people formed behind me while I struggled to figure it out. The frustration in the air was palpable, with people shouting at me to “Hurry up!” and “What’s wrong with you?” My anxiety grew, and I felt tears welling up, which only made me more flustered.

Then, a man stepped out of the line and told everyone to calm down. He approached me, patiently walked me through the process, and even bought me a 12-ride card. He gave me a reassuring pat on the back and said, “Next time someone yells at you, just yell back, and they’ll leave you alone.” In that moment, I felt a sense of connection and support.

Thanks to his kindness and assistance, I was encouraged to stay in the city and enjoy all the wonderful experiences that followed. © Wiffle_Snuff / Reddit

Story 2:

Story 3:

A few years ago, I found myself out of gas while driving home from work. I managed to pull my car to the median, so I wasn’t completely obstructing traffic. At that point, I was stuck—no one to call and no money to get gas. Fortunately, three people stopped to help me.

The first man approached to ask what was wrong, if I was okay, and whether I had any money for gas. I explained that my car had run out of fuel, I had no way to reach a gas station, and I showed him my uncashed check, indicating I had no cash. After that, he left, and soon after, a second car arrived.