“The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway,” – Mother Teresa.
Have you ever noticed that those who don’t have much are the kindest people of all? Maybe it is like that because these people know the feeling of being helpless and they don’t want anyone else to ever feel that way.
This heartwarming story which was shared on AmoMama restores our faith in humanity. It reminds us that there are still good people out there and that no matter how small an act of kindness is, it always goes a long way.
A woman named Sandra Anderson found herself in trouble after marrying her husband and the father of her baby daughter Ava. He turned out to be abusive and made Sandra’s life a living hell.
Sandra’s mom warned her of the type of person her husband could be, but she decided to marry him anyway.
Unable to put up with the abuse any longer, Sandra took her baby and sought shelter at her friend Bethany’s place. She decided to stay there until she found the courage to tell her mother what had happened.
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Unfortunately, she received a call from the hospital and was informed that her mother had a heart attack. Panicked, Sandra wrapped Ava in a blanket and headed towards the bus. The weather was extremely cold and this poor mother couldn’t wait to get on board. However, once in, she realized she forgot her wallet and was unable to pay for the ride.
Sandra tried to explain to the driver that she was in a hurry and needed to get to the hospital as soon as possible, but he demanded she gets off the bus.
As desperate Sandra headed towards the bus’ door, she heard a voice saying, “I will pay for her fare! Please don’t tell them to leave.”
When she turned around, she noticed that the person who offered to pay for her ride was a young boy. She sat next to him and thanked him for his kindness. The boy introduced himself as Nicholas and explained how his mother always taught him that “if you have the means to help someone, you should always do so!” He went on to say that he was traveling home after visiting his ailing grandmother.
Sandra asked for his address because she wanted to thank Nicholas’ mother for raising such a caring boy.
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The following day, Sandra went to Nicholas’ house. However, once there, her heart broke into a million pieces. Nicholas and his mom lived in a crumbling two-room cottage. The mother looked extremely tired. It was obvious she worked hard in order to provide for her son, whose father left her after he learned she was carrying his baby.
Sandra went to her friend’s place and told her about Nicholas. She explained how she wanted to start a GoFundMe page in order to help them, and Bethany offered to share it on the social media where she had a huge number of followers.
To everyone’s surprise, the GoFundMe attracted the attention of many people and money started pouring in. Believe it or not, Sandra managed to raise over $1 million.
When she took the money to Nicholas and his mother, they couldn’t believe their eyes. That meant a new lease on life for them and the grandmother.
Never in a million years did the young boy believed his kind act would change his life for the better.
My Husband Refuses to Help with Our Crying Baby at Night, Puts on Headphones & Listens to Calming Music – I Taught Him a Lesson
Scarlett is at her wit’s end, balancing a demanding career and a teething baby while her husband, Dave, sleeps peacefully with noise-canceling headphones. When he dismisses her pleas for help, Scarlett hatches a cunning plan to make him experience her sleepless nights.
I need to vent about something.
My name’s Scarlett, and I’ve been married to Dave for 25 years. We’ve got three kids: a 12-year-old soccer fanatic, an 8-year-old aspiring astronaut, and our newest addition, Lily, who’s six months old.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my kids to bits, but balancing a demanding career and raising these little humans is no joke.
Dave and I used to be this power couple. But lately, he’s been avoiding his share of nighttime baby duty.
Picture this: I’m pacing the room with a screaming, teething baby at 2 a.m., while he’s blissfully asleep, noise-canceling headphones on, listening to some darn calming ocean waves or whatever. It’s infuriating!
So, here’s the setup. It was one of those nights. Lily was teething and inconsolable. I’d tried everything—rocking, feeding, singing lullabies. Nothing worked. Exhausted and at my wits’ end, I shook Dave awake.
“Dave, I need help. Lily’s been crying for hours,” I pleaded, my voice barely masking my frustration.
He groaned and pulled off his headphones. “Scarlett, I have to be up early. My job is demanding. Can’t you handle it?”
“Seriously, Dave?” I snapped, feeling the hot sting of tears in my eyes. “I’ve been handling it all night. I need some support here.”
He rolled his eyes and turned away. “I need my sleep. I can’t function at work if I’m exhausted.”
That was it. The tipping point. His words stung more than they should have. I felt like I was drowning, and he was just floating by, oblivious. Something had to change. I couldn’t keep feeling this undervalued and alone.
That’s when I hatched my plan.
I’m not proud of it, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I decided to modify his precious headphones, planting a hidden speaker controlled by my phone. Yeah, it was sneaky, but I was desperate for him to understand my struggle.
I activated the speaker. The sound of a baby crying filled his headphones. He shot up, confused and irritated.
“Scarlett, did you hear that?” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
“Hear what?” I replied, feigning ignorance.
He shook his head and stumbled over to Lily’s crib.
“Dave, I think you’re just stressed,” I said, keeping my voice calm. “Maybe you should help with Lily more often. It might help you sleep better.”
He stared at me, and I could see the wheels turning in his head.
“Yeah, maybe,” he muttered, but the doubt was there.
By the end of the week, Dave was a wreck.
He was snapping at the kids, his patience worn thin.
“Scarlett, I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t take this anymore. I’m hearing things, and I’m exhausted.”
I bit my lip, feeling a mix of guilt and satisfaction.
“Dave, we need to talk,” I said, my voice steady but filled with the weight of the past few nights.
He looked at me, his eyes bloodshot and weary. “What is it? Just tell me.”
One peaceful night, after a particularly calm evening with Lily finally asleep, we crawled into bed, both of us utterly exhausted. Dave pulled me close, his arm wrapped around me.
“Scarlett,” he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude, “thank you.”
I smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. “Thank you, Dave,” I whispered back. “For being my partner.”
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