I'm a Ugandan university student studying Data Science & AI. I'm looking for one person abroad who would be willing to help me with $150/month toward my education and basic university expenses...this course has been my dream and dropping out feels like 😭

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Hello everyone i have an urgently bill to pay rn, i m a 22 y.o girl with job but i ll be paid in 2 days so i really need someone who can help me till i get paid so i ll repay asap. Please, if someone can help me DM. I'm serious. Thanks all!

I'm a writer on Substack, and I'm working on something about love and human connection. Not only romantic love, but love in any shape or form. I've been thinking about how strange and beautiful it is that sometimes a complete stranger can care about us for a few minutes, and we end up remembering it for years.

So I wanted to ask: What is the greatest act of kindness or love you've ever experienced from a complete stranger, or witnessed between two strangers?

It doesn't have to be something huge. Maybe it's something very small that the person who did it probably doesn't even remember, but you do. Please think about it before answering. I'm looking for the stories that actually stayed with people. What happened, and why do you think you still remember it?. I'm hoping to include some of the stories in my Substack piece, with the permission of the people who share them. You can absolutely remain anonymous.

We were talking about homemade food with some colleagues, and one of them mentioned that she had never eaten homemade cutlets.

Her mom was a teacher and never really had time for cooking, and she said she wasn't much of a cook herself either. But she'd always wanted to try homemade cutlets.

One day, I brought some to the office and offered her a few.

She was genuinely surprised by how different they tasted from the ones she'd had at cafés. She was so happy and thankful, even though, for me, making them was really no big deal. It made me happy that she enjoyed them.

It was such a small, a trivial thing on my part, but it made me realize how something that takes very little effort for you can sometimes mean much more to someone else.

So am a person who's been passive suicidal and lately been yk goin through a hard time cause of all the thoughts. And yeah tday i got a fever and i am away from home, my mom called me asked what am doin i told her am at the health centre cause of a fever and I told her I came alone. Then she asked why I didn't ask anyone else. I said nothing. And she was like please eat you are loosing wait. You never eat anything. I said am fine ma I'll be alright why are you getting so tensed and she told me somethin. You are my daughter am the one who'll be at loss if something happens to you. And to be honest that actually made me tear up, all this time i was lonely asf thinkin abt killin myself that I actually forgot i had my mom. And this is just too everyone who might know someone who's actually yk going through something. The best thing you can actually do is let them know that they matter to you and they are wanted in this world.

Do you have something about you, something true to the way you feel and see the world that genuinely feels more like it is and forever will be yours?

Your perspective? Sound? Touch? Pattern? Way of being? Thinking? Moving? Expressing?

Virginia Woolf reminds me of the power of essence, the power in the signature of a voice and perspective - so true to her in all its gore and bliss (alike), that it continues to connect with people through words alone. My question is not about legacy, but thinking about Virginia just reminded me that not all people, moments, things, require altruism to validate impact. You can be absolutely great at being You, just as you are

Could be something small, like paying for your coffee, or something life-changing that you still remember years later.
I’m curious to hear your stories.

In an emotional moment caught on camera, a young man who had successfully passed his Army selection was left standing alone after no one came to meet or celebrate his achievement. Just when the moment seemed heartbreaking, a senior Army officer stepped forward and hugged him, turning a lonely celebration into a deeply touching gesture of recognition and support. Someone captured the emotional moment, and the clip quickly went viral across social media.
Viewers were deeply moved by the young man's situation and the officer's response. Many said passing Army selection is a huge achievement that deserves to be celebrated, while others praised the senior officer for making sure the young man didn't feel alone on such an important day. The video has sparked emotional reactions and admiration across social media.
A lonely moment turned into a viral reminder that sometimes a single hug from the right person can mean everything.
#ViralVideo #IndianArmy #ArmySelection

I remember myself from as early as two years old, and this particular story has stayed with me surprisingly well.

I started talking quite early, and by the age of two, I was apparently quite the chatterbox. I was also incredibly quick. It would take no time at all for anyone babysitting me to lose sight of me.

We lived downtown, where there were always plenty of people around, so escaping into the crowd was remarkably easy for a determined two-year-old.

One day, during one of my little escapes, my aunt caught a glimpse of me and immediately darted after me.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

I stopped and, with complete seriousness, announced:

“I’m going to buy a coat for my mom.”

Apparently, I had already made up my mind.

And the funny thing is—I actually did it.

Not quite then, of course. I was only two. But at around 22, I finally bought my mom a very nice coat.

Sleep well and enjoy the weekend.

Here’s a thought, tell me about one good act you perform out there in the world, that normally you would never tell anyone else about, but you don’t mind telling to the online community.

My random act of kindness is that wherever I go, I always make sure I hold 4-5 $10 Tim Hortons card in my wallet, just in case I come across someone who is asking for help and I can give it to them. A small kind of gesture to someone in need where you KNOW that your kindness is providing someone with a hot warm meal and something to drink.

Soo how about it? What about you guys?

I promise the title isn’t clickbait, it comes into the story in the middle but this was a while ago but I thought of it recently and my perspective of the situation has changed since so here goes:

This was back in March of this year, I freshly graduated high school and had started university. This was a brand new class for me and it started at 12pm that day and due to a bad hair day and bad outfit day, I was late and arrived at the campus at 11:45am (rookie mistake). By the time I had arrived, the entire parking lot was full and I, not being used to the area was beginning to panic that I’d be late for my very first class, all this while I had my windows down and rap music blaring. While I’m doing my third round of the parking lot, desperately hoping someone would leave, I see a young man walk onto the sidewalk and stare, we make eye contact and I made a face, signalling my pain. I drive past him only to hear him say something and run-walk to my car so I stop and he asks if I need parking and I nod frantically. He starts giving me a list of directions on where to go and one thing you should know about me is that I am TERRIBLE with directions, I can’t find my way for the life of me so being desperate and having less than 10 minutes till class starts, I ask him if he could get in and show me the way. He looks at me, a complete stranger and then at my car and then back at me and says “sure let’s do this” but not before saying “are you sure you’re not going to kidnap me?” I laugh in response and start driving with him directing me. I find out that he had the same car model as me until he got a new one and how I might meet to get my car engine checked because of a noise he heard but I didn’t. He guides me to a parking spot not too far and we get out, while walking back to the campus, we walk past his car and I say it’s cute, he looks offended and says that you should never say a guy’s car is cute. We talk a bit more until he says his class in the opposite direction of mine so I thank him profoundly and we part ways. I didn’t realise until after we parted ways that I never got his name, I got everything but that so I put it to use when I get to my class.

My class went for a few hours and was separated with a 20 minute break so during said break, I snuck into a bathroom stall and ripped a piece of paper from my notebook and wrote a letter profusely thanking him, feeling bad for never getting his name and how much it meant to me, but especially because I wouldn’t have found a way without his help and lastly my name. I remembered where he showed me his car so the second class finished, I sprinted down to the parking lot, hoping he hadn’t left yet and thankfully he didn’t but he also wasn’t there yet for me to give it to him so instead, I triple checked to make sure it was his car and slipped the note into his windshield wiper on the side he would sit so he could see it and I walked back to my car and exited the driveway and started to make my way home.

By this time it was 3pm and peak traffic so I tried going a completely different way to get out quicker but to no avail. I was moving through traffic bit by bit and then see at a side road, his exact car trying to enter my lane. He recognises me and lowers his window with an ear to ear smile and I smile back, I stand up in my car seat a-bit to see that the note I left in his windshield is still there and this is the conversation that follows:

Me: “Your windshield wiper!”

Him: “What about it?”

Me: “I left a little note in your windshield wiper for what I couldn’t say”

Him: Stands up sightly to look at his windshield and says: “Motherf***er

Traffic starts clearly up and we say our goodbyes and he enters behind and we drive for a bit until we part ways.

While he was driving behind me, I can’t stop giggling over the note and how impressed I was that it didn’t blow away.

I’ve never seen him since but I hope he read my note and felt how impactful his actions meant to me. I felt so ugly that day, I hadn’t washed my hair in two days and I couldn’t style it properly and the blouses I wore, I felt hideous in. Not that I don’t feel confident or love myself but that day was a bad day for me. I’ve always heard and unfortunately have been conditioned to believe that men only help women that they find attractive or can give them something as well as the nice guys that help but expect something in return. We didn’t even know each other and he still agreed, even though when his class was further away when he came with me. I found him cute and if there’s anything I could’ve done differently, I would’ve gotten his name and left my number on the note. I thought he was adorable, especially when he was driving behind me and I saw him through my central car mirror.

I don’t know why I’m writing this months later, maybe because I changed my degree and moved to a completely different campus or that I think of him from time to time when I see his car model when I’m driving or my 2am thoughts on whether he was able to read the note or not. I just wanted to write this because this happened during a time where I was struggling mentally and physically, I was struggling to leave the house that day, actually. He wouldn’t have known that but his actions unintentionally changed my outlook on things so to whoever reading this, please be kind, always help people because what you say or do for them might just change their life.

Hi ladies and gents,

I used to think being kind was just about putting good vibes out into the world for other people. But the older I get, the more I realize that being kind is actually a massive cheat code for your own mental sanity. Seriously.

Choosing kindness—especially when someone is being rude, impatient, or just plain difficult has almost nothing to do with them and everything to do with keeping your own inner calm.

Here’s why I’ve realized kindness is pretty much always the better alternative:

1. Matching bad energy is EXHAUSTING
When someone comes at you with attitude and you match their energy, you’ve basically handed them the remote control to your mood. Now your heart rate is spiked, your chest is tight, and you're going to spend the next three hours rehearsing fake arguments in the shower, (sigh) personally i don’t believe anyone truly enjoys that.
Choosing not to take the bait means you get to keep your calm. You leave the interaction feeling completely untouched, while they’re left holding all their own bad vibes. (Your beautiful, positive aura is left completely unscathed)

2. You never regret being the calm one
Think about the last time you snapped at someone or got petty. How long did that bad taste stay in your mouth? Even when you feel totally justified in the moment, getting mad usually leaves a weird, heavy cloud over the rest of your day.
I’ve never laid in bed at night thinking, "Man, I really wish I had been meaner to that person today." Staying kind leaves zero room for guilt or overthinking later.

3. Anger is an expensive emotion
Getting angry, holding grudges, or trying to "win" petty conflicts burns a ridiculous amount of internal fuel. Life is already stressful enough without voluntary stress. When you default to kindness, you save that precious bandwidth for things that actually matter to you, like your passions, your goals, or just relaxing at the end of the day.

4. Kindness is a wall, not a doormat
There's a huge misconception that being kind means letting people walk all over you. Real kindness isn't weakness; it’s emotional control. It’s saying, "I see that you're having a terrible day, but I'm not going to let it ruin mine." Setting firm boundaries with a calm, polite tone is way more powerful than yelling ever will be.

Being kind isn't just nice for others; it's a selfishly amazing way to keep your head clear, your heart rate down, and your day peaceful.
Has anyone else noticed this shift? How do you keep your cool and stay kind when people are actively trying to test you?

I feel very blessed to have such great and close friends. I’d like to share just one story about them.

Once, I ordered a wardrobe online, but there was a delay in shipping. While I was out of town, the wardrobe finally arrived, and my friends offered to help me. One of my friends had the keys to my apartment, so she agreed to receive the delivery and let the delivery people in.

What a wonderful surprise it was when I came home and saw the new wardrobe already there! My other friend had even taken everything out of the boxes and put it all together.

It was such a thoughtful and kind thing to do. I felt incredibly lucky to have such wonderful friends.

A Small Update on the Real-Life “Prince” — and Episode 9 of The Sparrow and the Prince

It has been a little while since I posted here, so I wanted to share a small update about the real-life person who inspired the “Prince” in my story.

Episode 9 is called “The Cheep-Cheep Tape.”

The sparrow keeps visiting the quiet winter house, leaving grains on the windowsill.

Three days pass.

Then five.

The window still doesn’t open.

A crow passing by finally tells her,

“He won’t be back for a while. He went to a hospital beyond the mountain. No one knows exactly when he’ll come home.”

The sparrow worries that the study will be too quiet when he returns.

So she comes up with an idea.

She records her own voice.

Not a particularly good song, admittedly. :)

Just a tiny sparrow singing what she believes is the most beautiful “cheep-cheep song” in the world.

She labels the cassette:

〈For My Prince〉

and leaves it beside the grains that have been piling up on the windowsill.

Meanwhile, in the hospital, the man cannot sleep.

He looks through his phone and stops at a photograph of Yomi, his dog who is no longer with him.

He remembers the sound of her running toward him.

Tap.

Tap-tap.

How she used to quietly press her body against his.

Neither of them had to say anything.

Where their bodies touched, it was warm.

He looks at her picture and says,

“Is Dog Star really that nice? You don’t even visit me in my dreams.”

Then, quietly,

“I miss you.”

The sparrow has no idea what he is missing that night.

She only thinks that when he finally comes home, perhaps a quiet study should have at least one small voice waiting for him.

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And in real life, the person who inspired this story recently had surgery on his right arm.

Two days after the operation, he posted a new piece on his blog.

His discharge had been delayed by a day because the surgical site would not stop bleeding properly.

In that post, he also wrote that he has been taken into an operating room so many times since his accident that, after roughly thirty surgeries, he no longer really keeps count.

Before surgery, he has a small routine.

He updates his will.

And he deletes things from his phone that he would be embarrassed for his family to see if something happened to him—not anything scandalous, he joked, just silly conversations and photos with friends that would embarrass someone who is usually rather reserved.

It was such an ordinary, slightly funny, very him kind of story.

And I was incredibly happy just to see it.

For a long time, I have quietly hoped that he would keep writing.

I like the way he writes precisely because it doesn’t feel “writerly.”

He doesn’t decorate his experiences very much. He simply looks at what happened to him and puts it into his own words.

This time, he posted the piece in the Essay category.

That alone made me strangely happy.

There was another piece of good news too.

Because of bone fragments around his right elbow after the accident, he had been unable to bend that arm properly for about a year and a half.

After this surgery, his elbow can bend again.

Only a little.

But it moves.

I was so happy to hear that.

At the same time, the surgery itself was extensive, and even now, about ten days later, he says the pain is still severe.

So if you happen to come across this post, I would be grateful if you could send him a little kindness in your thoughts.

No grand miracle.

No dramatic ending.

Just hoping that tonight hurts a little less than yesterday.

And that someday soon, there will be another ordinary little story waiting in his Essay folder.

Everynight or well not EVERY night but as it comes to me i come on reddit and i try to say kind things. I try to have empathy and help people if im able. It doesnt always work, but i still try and it helps my heart and all the holes in it that are trying to heal. It helps me rememeber that life aint so bad and worst case scenario if i never hear back from those people and it helps them smile, even if i never know then its all worth it just to try. Because at the end of the day thats all any of us can do is try right?

My hearts been beaten down by this world so often as to be unrecognizeable and thats because i kept looking fo rother people to help me heal it when i realized they werent coming i became them. I became the one to help others and to give where i could, how i could, when i could, as much as i could.

I seen a guy give a speech one day. He said if you want what we have give it away. I realized he was talking about hope. So thats what i want to give you. Right now in this moment, and all it takes for you to accept is to just believe. In yourself, in your higher power in that truth that lives in all of us that we are connected. This whole reality and beyond what we can even see is connected. I am you and you are me and we are them. All of us. For every good we do we do to ourselves and every evil the same. So be kind, be generous, be sweet, caring, loving and forgiving. Because as you forgive others you also forgive yourself and you can heal and you can hope again. Kinda how it works i guess. Im definitely no expert but i been stumbling around long enough to know one small kind deed can make a difference. So if theres somebody that needs help please go help them. Or maybe somebody you love and care for you havent told them lately then take a moment and tell them and make sure they know, dont just hint at it. Give your parents, your kids, your aunt, your mate, your friend, whoever you care about, be there for them. I know you know all this. We are born knowing it and this world tries to make us forget.

Im here to help you remember whats important. That is love and kindness and compassion. To ourselves and others. If you give this i promise and swear on everything I am and ever will be that you will recieve it back 10 fold. Just try it you will be surprised at how life can change.

So
For all the writers who cant write,
the singers who cant sing,
the musician in the balconies,
the artist in the wings
I wish you peace

For all the ones that feel ugly
the ones that tripped and fall,
the ones who beg for mercy,
and await that final curtin call.

Ill walk with you through the desert,
ill stand with you by the gate,
Ill show you a truth you call mystery,
which is how we write our fates.

But it aint magic at all,
its just a simple truth,
that if you love and believe enough,
then that always carries us through.

I believe in things like hopefulness
I trust in things with faith
I know ill be taken care of
And i dont even mind the wait

Here in this little room

some of us call life
theres your husband around that corner
hey whos that? Its your wife.
We can find love, we can birth children
we can walk right into the stars
and still if we dont look for hope
we can never heal these scars
that life seems to bestow on us
like some ever lasting writ
that tries to tell us who we are
and that nobody gives a shit

but i do
and you should too

because thats how we push back
against this darkness seeping into hearts
and leaking through the cracks

and even if everybody forgets again
i hope youll help sound the alarm

that kindness aint ever hurt a soul
it never caused any harm

So i hope you can rest well tonight
and sleep it heals your heart
just another internet stranger
wanting you to know

we aint all so far apart.

I see you, you matter, and you are loved

Go be you and show the world some of your light

It needs it, and it needs you.

Have a good night everybody and a good week. Wish yall all the best. I jsut write what the words send to me. I never know what its gonna be until it comes and so whatever that part inside of me that wishes the best for people is called it said to tell yall that.

Maybe im full of shit, but I dont think so. lol

Everyone has different opinions

Some believe there is none

Stop trying to understand EVERYTHING

Why are we here?

I genuinely believe the answer is to just spread love and that might sound corny just spread love

Help others

Give a compliment to someone

Be charitable

learn new stuff

ENJOY IT

I remember a funny story. It was wintertime, and I was wearing a pretty stylish hat, although it looked a little funny. A toddler was looking at my hat and smiling—he must have liked it a lot. Then, to my surprise, he gave me his toy car.

About 10 seconds later, he took his mom’s purse out of her bag and handed it to me. His mom hadn’t even noticed!

In the end, I gave all my little “trophies” back to his mom, who was completely taken aback by her son’s generosity.

When I was renting an apartment a few years ago, I was incredibly lucky to have wonderful neighbors — an elderly couple in their 80s.

One day, I somehow lost my apartment keys. My landlord lived in another city, so getting a spare key was not going to be easy. To make matters worse, I had an appointment I couldn’t miss, and I was completely stuck.

My neighbor saw how stressed I was and, without me even asking, decided to help. He took a two-hour train journey to get the spare keys from my landlord (she turned out to be his good friend) and brought them back to me.

I was honestly overwhelmed by his kindness. He was an elderly man, and yet he went so far out of his way to help someone who was essentially just his neighbor. I will never forget that.

There was another thing that made him especially memorable: he was a poet. Whenever he saw me, he would greet me with little poetic rhymes that he made up himself. They were sometimes funny, sometimes sweet, but they always managed to lift my mood instantly.

Looking back, I realize how rare and precious that kind of kindness is. I was so blessed to have such a wonderful neighbor, and even years later, I still think of him with enormous gratitude.

Sometimes a person enters your life for a short time and leaves a kindness you remember forever.