Okay, I'll share one...

I read earlier that Dallas Cowboys Quarterback Tony Romo watched a movie with a homeless man. The man's name is Doc, and Romo noticed him cashing in change at the theater and offered to buy him a ticket.

Once Doc was inside the theater Romo waved him over to sit with him and his friend.
Doc said he told Romo that he had not showered in days, but Romo said it was okay - that he was used to locker rooms.

Romo did not talk about this...it was Doc who did.

He said it gave him some encouragement and faith in mankind, and he wanted to thank Romo for that.


It was a small thing to Tony Romo, but meant so much to Doc....


(& I am not a Cowboys fan at all)

Last summer (2007), my work partner and I were up north doing a roof job, and we stopped into a local restaurant in the morning for some breakfast before heading out to the job. As we were sitting in our booth waiting for our meals, I looked over and noticed a man sitting by himself in a booth on the opposite side of the room, making futile attempts to light his cigarette with a lighter that wouldn't work. I got up and walked over by him with my own lighter and flicked it for him so he could light his cigarette. He thanked me, I went back to my table, and put the incident out of my mind.

When our food came, I happened to look over to the other side of the room again, and I half-heartedly noticed that the man was gone. We finished eating and went to pay our bill. When we got to the register, we were informed that the man from across the room had paid for BOTH of our breakfasts....just because I lit his cigarette for him.

Never knew his name, never saw him leave, nothing, but I thought that was pretty dang nice of him.

ok i thought of one....
its kinda a catch 22 one, but here goes


last year my mom was a teachers aide for a special needs (autistic) child at the preschool... well, one friday afternoon my mom got a call from the mother of the child saying that she was freaking out.. she was playing with noah (the boy) in the back yard, had turned her back to go get the ball that he had kicked to her, and he had just disapeared, well we live in some VAST farm land, so its not hard for someone to just disapear, she had called the police, and my mom.. my mom called our preacher and started the prayer chain, well the prayer chain did a lot more than just pray, the entire community ended up turning out for search parties, bringing refreshments, blankets, tents.. it went on into the night, people stayed with the parents, searched by spotlight, around 6 pm they found one of the boys boots near the creek that ran behind the parents house about a mile away.. they searched until about noon the next day when the searcehers found the child in the creek. (he did not survive)
well come to find out the father had lost his job earlier in the week, the family was about to get evicted from the house, the only viechile they hadwas the farm truck which could only hold 2 people in it at a time.. utilities were past due, as bad off as it could get it was..

the community donated the $$ for the sons funeral, they paid in advance the tutition for the daughters preschool for the next 2 years, they donated a car for the family to drive, they paid up and over the utitlites for the next 6 months, and the rent for 6 months as well. my dads boss offered the father a job, and told him that he would hold the job as long as he needed it for things to settle down with all that was going on.. the mother started volunteering at the church, and the preschool.

thru tragity the community pulled together, and now the family just had teh anniversary of one year with noah gone..
they are surviving.

Something sweet that happened to our family the last couple of weeks Mom was in hospice....
During the previous months, my sister & I had gotten into the habit of frequently stopping by their apt to do the housework so Dad could spend more time with Mom. After a while, we started finding most of the housework already done by the time we got there. We didn't think much of it, I just assumed Dad was getting up earlier, or needed something to keep him busy when he got home. One afternoon,about 2-3 weeks before Mom went, I stopped by and found an immaculate apartment with a beautiful bouquet of flowers on the table. There was a note on Dad's kitchen counter signed by one of the ladies in his church who lived in his building. "We have you covered Dears. Go spend more time with your folks."

It still makes me teary just thinking about it.