12 Anonymous Stories That Will Touch Your Heart

Every day we go through situations so strange and beautiful that it is simply impossible not to tell them. That’s why there are networks like Reddit that allow people to share their experiences virtually anonymously.

There are different narratives: happy and sad. but not awesome.club we are inspired by the stories that made their authors’ lives happier and more fun. In this post we gather this kind of experience.

Every day in front of our building comes a gentleman, who always has a package in his hands. As soon as he arrives, the street comes to life, local cats appear from all sides, approaching and running towards him, rubbing against his feet. He tries to pay attention to everyone, he caresses them and talks to them. Then he will look for the vessels that are under the trees. He cleans them and fills them with food, milk and fresh water. And all the cats eat their breakfast. All this time, his wife, who prepares this breakfast, is looking out the window. The two are in their 70s, but use some of their retirement money to buy canned food and other cat food. Every day, whatever the weather, he comes to feed them. When you come across this gentleman, you always want to say thank you from the bottom of your heart, because he not only helped the animals that are homeless, but he also changed the attitude of the inhabitants of the building towards cats. Many began to feed them as well and try to put them up for adoption. Goodness exists! I was walking with my dog ​​when I passed a bench where a young woman was talking on the phone. Silent tears streamed down her face. And she, however, said that everything was fine, that she wouldn’t miss him, that she didn’t love him either. She hung up and started crying. And everything went through my mind: I saw myself in the same situation, drowning in my tears, only wishing for death, because I saw no point in living without my beloved. I sat quietly beside her, bringing the dog closer. She petted him for a long time, thanked him and left. I hope you’re well! Recently, we were sitting on the porch of the house with my husband, mother and daughter. Suddenly, a horse appeared with a cart. In the cart was a girl about four years old, crying and asking for help as the horse ran wildly. I didn’t even understand how I reached the wagon, tried to grab the reins and flew to the ground, between the animal’s legs. My knees were raw. I got up and kept running, even though I knew I wouldn’t catch up. I ran with my husband to get the car. We caught up with the horse and my husband blocked part of the way. So I managed to get those damn reins. We took the girl and calmed her down. But we didn’t know who to return it to. We turned the cart around, left the car and went back, asking the villagers if they knew who the girl was. We found the mother and the grandfather. Grandpa’s knees were like mine. Nor had he been able to reach the wagon. I learned that the horse was afraid of a tractor and ran away. And my husband still laughs at me, saying that now the burning houses await me. I was 10 years old when I started trying to make money. I took napkins and crocheted the edges. And then it led to a craft center. And when they sold them and passed the money to me. I was so proud! And just over 30 years later I found out that my grandmother used to buy all my “embroidery work” and keep it in her house.

I bought an acrylic bathtub. A technician came from the store, installed it, plugged it in, everything was fine. New, beautiful, a dream. A few months passed and the entire surface was covered in bubbles. Well, I told myself, they tricked me. I used to have a cast iron bathtub and never had any problems, but I got carried away by the publicity and bought an acrylic one. I called the store, said they sold me a sh*t. They said they would send a technician. The technician arrived, removed the protective film from the bathtub and left. I went to the post office. There were about 30 people in the queue, each one taking 10 to 15 minutes to attend. Half an hour later, only 3 people had been served. In front of me was a man who was about 70 years old. Suddenly he turned around and said:
– When I came in, I was your age.
The line died laughing. Made my day!

I teach English at a social center for people with disabilities and retirees. Well, before class starts, my older students get ready, open their notebooks, put on their glasses and hearing aids.
An 81-year-old student, adjusting his hearing aid, said to his wife:
– Say something.
“I love you,” she said in a whisper.
-What?, he replied adjusting his device.
– I love you!
And he kisses her gently on the cheek.
I have to teach and I can’t stop crying. Love exists! I’ve been dating for 2 years and now we’re engaged. She recently read in a book that according to the horoscope we are not compatible. Now she cries and wants to call off the wedding. I called this publisher who, for a hefty sum of money, agreed to reprint one (and only one) copy of the book saying we are compatible. I’m going to get him. My husband and I are doctors. He’s a surgeon. I went to his office and lay on the couch behind the closet. And then my husband came in with a very young and very beautiful intern. They didn’t see me behind the closet. I listened in horror as the young woman began to tell him how much she admired him and how much she loved him, trying to prove it all physically. My heart stopped. And my husband kindly, calmly and sparingly explained to the young woman that they are nothing more than youthful impulses of passion for a young soul. That he loves his wife and family, and that the young woman should pay attention to his age-mates. Then they left and I ran away silently. I’ve been crying with happiness for 3 days and my husband doesn’t understand a thing.

My uncle had a terrible accident: he was hit by a car. He broke every bone! He was no longer a man, but a mummy. His wife and children distanced themselves from him. And only my mother saved him. She took care of him in the hospital for months. Then at home. Soups, food given in the spoon. She didn’t have time for herself. I helped as much as I could. And a year later, my uncle can walk using a cane, of course, but that’s all! I admire my mother! Now I’m saving up to pay for some travel abroad. Good must return! It’s morning. My 4-year-old son walks into the room holding his pants in his hands and says, “Mom, I have bad news for you: I’ve lost weight.” In fact, his pants elastic had gone bad. In the family we are 8 children, 7 brothers and I, the youngest. I’ve always considered myself special: my parents haven’t given up hope of having a girl, and here she is, that is, me. But I recently found out from a neighbor that I was adopted. I came to the family when I was 2 years old. I cried all day and suddenly realized that I had never in my life thought for a second that I had been adopted. My parents never deprived me of anything, on the contrary, I considered myself the favorite. And my brothers, even in the heat of the most heated argument, never hinted at that. I knew the truth and now I loved my family even more.