From My Face Book Page This Morning- I have a tear or two after reading this article; A similar event happened to a close relative when they first immigrated to the US. A slightly similar event happened to me on my first few months of Graduate School, in Chicago, Illinois, 1959. A classmate organize a Party for Christmas me so I could call my family in the Philippines.
https://chateaudumer.blogspot.com/2014/06/autobiography-update-chapter-6.html
"It was the first day of middle school, and as I walked into the cafeteria with my tray, I noticed a boy sitting alone at a corner table. His head was down, his lunch untouched. He looked like he wanted to disappear. The table around him was empty, a stark contrast to the chatter and laughter filling the room.
I don’t know why I felt compelled to do it, but I walked over and sat down across from him. “Hey, I’m Josh,” I said, offering a friendly smile.
The boy glanced up
nervously, as if unsure whether I was serious.
“I’m Sam,” he mumbled, barely audible.
“What’s that you’ve got for lunch?” I asked, trying to spark a conversation. He hesitated before answering, and slowly we began to talk. His voice gained a little confidence as he told me about how he’d just moved to town, how he didn’t know anyone, and how starting at a new school was harder than he’d imagined.
That day, I invited Sam to sit with me and my friends. He was shy and quiet, but we welcomed him. Over time, Sam opened up more and more. He wasn’t the best at sports, but he was a genius when it came to math and science. My friends and I started calling him “Professor,” and he’d laugh, finally letting his guard down.
Years went by, and Sam became an integral part of our group. He tutored us when we struggled, and we cheered him on when he won the science fair. By senior year, he was the valedictorian, just like we always knew he’d be.
On graduation day, Sam stood at the podium, holding his notes. He looked nervous, but then his eyes found mine in the crowd, and he smiled.
“I want to start by thanking the people who got me here—my parents, my teachers, and my friends,” he began. “But today, I need to tell you a story about someone who unknowingly saved my life.”
The room fell silent as Sam continued. “When I started middle school, I was in a dark place. My family had just moved after my dad lost his job, and I felt completely alone. That first day, I decided that if things didn’t get better by the end of the week, I’d end my pain for good.”
My heart sank as I listened, realization dawning.
“That first day in the cafeteria, someone came and sat with me. He didn’t make a big deal of it, didn’t treat me like I was different or weird. He just talked to me. Invited me to sit with him and his friends. That small act of kindness changed everything for me. It gave me hope.”
Sam paused, his voice trembling with emotion. “Josh, you probably don’t even remember that day, but you saved my life. You gave me a reason to keep going.”
Tears welled up in my eyes as I felt the weight of his words. I hadn’t realized how much that one small gesture had mattered.
After the ceremony, Sam’s parents hugged me, thanking me with tears in their eyes. It was a moment I’ll never forget.
The lesson I learned that day is one I carry with me always: you never know how much your actions can mean to someone. A smile, a kind word, or just sitting with someone when they feel invisible—it can make all the difference.
Every day, we have the power to change lives, often in ways we don’t even realize. And in those small acts of kindness, we find the true purpose of our lives.
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Never underestimate the power of kindness. It’s a gift we can all give, and it costs nothing. Let’s make the world a little brighter, one gesture at a time".
Meanwhile, here's my own personal stories of being a recipient of unexpected Kindness from Others !
https://planningtovisitthephilippines.blogspot.com/2024/08/a-most-appreciated-gift-and-act-of.html
