What’s the Kindest Thing You’ve Done That Went Unnoticed?

I once quietly fixed my neighbor's broken fence while he was out of town. Just wanted to help him out without making a fuss about it. Good fences make good neighbors, right?

A bit of a lesser-known act of kindness, but I ride my gravel bike everywhere. One time, I noticed a mom with a stroller nearing a sketchy underpass surrounded by questionable characters. I made sure to pass through first so she'd see I was there, and it seemed to ease her fears a bit. No words were exchanged, but I know she appreciated it.

When I’m in bathrooms and the paper towel dispenser is slow, I go out of my way to hit the sensor again for the next person to make it easier for them. Just a little something that saves time for someone else, you know?

I remember when I bought my house, there was an older woman down the street who struggled to get around with her cane. Every day, the newspaper would end up just out of her reach, so I took it upon myself to place it on her porch railing where she could grab it easily. I kept this up for almost nine years without ever meeting her. When she moved away, I went to her estate sale and her daughter recognized me as 'the guy with the dog who always helped.' She said her mom talked about me a lot—it really hit home how much that small act meant to her.

I've helped several stuck cars by pushing them out of traffic. Never ask for thanks—just knowing I helped someone out is reward enough for me!

I once saved an elderly man who was stuck in his mobility scooter between two bins. He was trapped for a while and looked really helpless. Nobody seemed to notice him, but luckily, I did and jumped in to help. If I hadn’t, he might’ve stayed there a lot longer.

Every week, I pick up litter in my neighborhood while I’m out for walks. I just can’t stand seeing trash laying around. It’s small, but I hope it helps keep our community clean.

I've always made it a point to turn shopping carts in from the parking lot, especially when I see them blocking spaces. I remember my first job was pushing carts, so it feels good to do that little bit extra now!

One time, I found a homeless man starting to harass some women. Without thinking, I approached him and struck up a friendly conversation, which distracted him enough to let the women get away safely. They even thanked me when they could. It was a natural instinct to help and it felt good to stand up for someone in need.

I noticed an older lady at the airport who seemed lost. I asked if she needed assistance, and though she initially hesitated, we ended up chatting as I guided her. It felt good to be in the right place at the right time.