The world would be a better place if there were more Good Samaritans out there. But, hey, there are some, and so it’s not a complete hell hole devoid of random decency and kindness. Though, no doubt, we all wish there were more regardless. A person can dream…
And until dreams become reality, we invite you to check out stories of good samaritanship that already happened and keep on giving, as shared by lovely folks on Reddit after one woman shared her story of how a random guy saved her from being abducted. And it doesn’t have to stop there; why not share some of your stories in the comment section below!
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#1
My first weekend of college, my friends and I ended up at a party in an apartment. I made a dumb move and took a drink from a guy i’d just met – a few minutes later I was sitting on the stairs starting to fall asleep. A nice Jewish boy (wearing a yarmelke) saw that something was wrong with me, gave his number to my roommate and walked me home. he said that he recognized what was happening to me as a sign of a possible date drugging, and he didn’t want me to be a victim because it had happened to his sister.
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#2
One grocery week when I was in college I had my card declined. This was a bit of a problem as the kitchen was entirely out of food and I wasn’t going to be payed for another week. It was a really awkward being at the front of the line with $100 worth of groceries having a hasty conversation with my girlfriend about how we were going to deal with this. Well the guy behind us in line offered to pay for our groceries. I tried to talk him down but he insisted and I was feeling really awkward holding up the line. I thanked him profusely and he told me word for word “Just pay it forward if you ever get the chance.”
Ever since I’ve been jamming a dollar or two into every donation box I see, tipping an extra 5%, giving my change to the homeless and otherwise looking for opportunities to ‘Pay it Forward’
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#3
Hmm, it was a dark, cold and damp thursday night when I was taking a walk in my suburban neighborhood when I was 13 year’s old. I often go for walks, especially during night because it feels refreshing and I like not being able to be seen by people when I walk. Anyways, a dark truck pulls up to me and the man roles down the window, inside is a middle aged man who made eye contact with me before saying anything. He proceeded to ask me “how are the kids?” Not knowing what to do, I thought it must have been someone who lived near me and recognized me, so I tried to be friendly and responded “haha I’m only 13.” He then said “for a dirty mex, i thought you’d have 5 by now.” I was shocked, partly because of this crude remark by some middle aged white guy in a truck and partly because I’m chinese, not mexican. I guess during the night he couldn’t see me clear enough. Anyways, I felt the situation was getting pretty sketchy so I started to walk forward. I wanted to cross a street when I noticed that this man was going to follow me. As I tried to cross the street, he sped up and pulled over to block my way. This was when I realized he was up to no good. His headlights were blaring perpendicular to where I was while I was in the complete dark. Out of nowhere, two neighborhood dog’s come running towards me. They were two huge half huskies. I recognized them as my neighbor’s dogs that he would often let run around his yard and around the neighborhood without a leash. I had always thought that to be dangerous for the dog’s incase of cars, but they never got hit or into any harm. They came dashing towards me barking so loudly not a ear in the entire street could have ignored them. That’s when the driver pressed his gas pedal full force and tried to get out of there. He thought that the dog’s meant that there must have been an owner with them coming to check up on me. However, little did he know that it was just the two neighborhood dog’s coming towards me themselves without my neighbor. They had perhaps saved me from being kidnapped or injured by this strange man in his truck. To this day, (I’m 16 now) I am super grateful for both of those dog’s being there. I try to return the favor by playing with them when our neighbor is busy and keeping them company with treats and dog toys.
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#4
I was 15 and I owned a moped. It was late and raining and this car did not see me as it turned left across my lane. I was t-boned going about 30mph. The car hit me right in my left thigh and my upper body hit and rebounded off of the hood, I flew maybe 20 feet before hitting the pavement. My left thigh snapped in two when the car hit me. I’m laying on the ground screaming for help when this guy comes up and kneels down with a knee on either side of my head so I can’t move it around. He does his best to keep me calm and keep the rain off of me until the EMS guys show up and put me in traction and take me to the hospital. During that time the guy is asking me my name and address, making sure I’m coherent. After they took me away he drove to my parents house and informed them that I was in an accident and mostly okay and that they should go to the hospital to see me. He wanted to make sure they got there as soon as possible and thought it would be less jarring than the police showing up at their door. I never got a chance to thank him either but I think about him and his kindness from time to time. I hope one day I can do something similar for someone in distress.
**tl;dr: Hit by a car, random man sits with me and then tells my parents what happened.**
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#5
A good samaritan pulled my unconscious body out of my flaming car wreck, waited for the ambulance to arrive, then disappeared. I will never know who saved my life, but rarely a day goes by that I don’t think about them.
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#6
I didn’t have the best childhood. My adoptive father has some unconventional parenting methods, and so I used to cry a lot. On one such occasion I was sitting on a park bench, crying softly to myself. I was trying to be discreet but I couldn’t have been more than 11 or 12 at the time. An old lady sat at the other end of the bench and we sat in relative silence for a few minutes (I would sniffle occasionally but I was trying to be quiet). She clearly noticed me wiping my eyes and asked me if I was ok. I told her I was, but she insisted on taking me to a nearby coffee cart and buying me a cup of hot chocolate (it was winter). It was the nicest thing she could have done for me and it was really nice to know that someone cared.
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#7
This is going to sound real stupid now but when Ireland just had the plastic bag tax I went into Dublin for Christmas shopping (brought a flimsy plastic bag that I still had lying at home). I ended up buying a bit too much stuff and while waiting for the bus the bag just ripped and left me scrambling for everything.
This middle-aged lady helped me gather my stuff, dived in to her handbag and gave me one of those sturdy reusable bags.
A small gesture that made my christmas.
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#8
I was in a foreign country so I didn’t have a car and it was a weekend of a public holiday so there was very little public transportation. A friend and I had gone to explore the city managed to walk quite a distance from our hotel. While we were out, over an hour away, it started raining harder than I remember seeing. It was gorgeous when we left, but ridiculously cold and rainy on the way back. My buddy had brought a coat, but I was in a t-shirt. A lady walking down the street towards us with her umbrella stopped me and insisted I take her umbrella. I tried to refuse, but she insisted, telling me that her place was just around the corner. I was already drenched, but it sure did help to walk the remaining several miles with an umbrella instead just my t-shirt. I try to pay it forward by being generous whenever I have something I don’t need. Rather than just repaying the one event, I want to be the kind of person that lady was.
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#9
Mine sounds ridiculous but this bloke genuinely saved my life. I was very young, probably about 4 or 5 and my parents were about to take me out on my first tricycle. I was sat just outside the gate to my house waiting for my parents when I had a scumbag brain moment:
“Hey Rael,” my brain said, “yo Mr Mozo, you should totally just lift up your feet. Just lift them up!”
I did. I should probably mention that my house is on a very steep hill which leads directly down to a very busy road. It might also help to mention that the wee tricycle had no brakes of any kind. So pretty soon I was shooting down the hill like nobodies business. Straight towards the road. I was too frightened to even think straight. My parents were running after me screaming “Put your feet down!” but I was going too fast. I couldn’t hear them and they couldn’t keep up with me.
Just a few metres from the road, a builder (I think he was a builder but it was a while ago) was loading up his van. He looked up and saw me. Without a word he gracefully strode onto the pavement and as I passed he swiftly and elegantly reached out, grabbed me and lifted me from the tricycle which then rolled over. He set me down on the ground, closed his van, jumped into the front and drove off. Neither me nor my parents ever got to thank him.
**TLDR: Anonymous builder lifts me, soiled pants and all, from possessed tricycle headed for certain fairly probable quite likely possible death or at least mild injury then disappears into the night in the middle of the day.**
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#10
When I was around 18 or so, my brother and some friends had a flat tire in the pouring rain. None of us had ever changed a tire, so we kind of stared at the tire and fumbled around with the “tire changing tools” while standing in water half way up to our knees. All of a sudden, a businessman in a suit stops and gets out of his suv, changes the tire in about 30 seconds. We thank him and he ~~runs~~ swims back soaking wet to his suv.
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#11
When I was about 10 years old, I used to go skiing on the weekends with Mobil ski club. It was a bunch of kids, anywhere from 8-16 or so, who would pile on a bus early morning on Saturdays, ski all day, and come back that night.
They also held overnight trips. I recall the first, and only, of those trips I went on. I was absolutely terrified. Everyone always seemed to know each other. On the day trips it didn’t bother me so much, but on the impending weekend trip, the consequences of loneliness seemed so magnified. I boarded the bus and sat there doing all I could to not break down crying out of fear and anxiety.
An older kid, a snowboarder (still mostly skiers at that time), sat down next to me, which certainly didn’t help with my unfounded feelings of inferiority. But he looked down, obviously aware of my situation and said simply: “You scared? Don’t worry, man. It’ll be alright.”
I cannot explain how much of a relief those words were. See, he was, in a metaphorical sense, what I was afraid of. Bigger kids. Cooler kids. Probably mean kids.
Of course I still freaked out that night and called my parents, who planned an impromptu family ski trip, came up for the weekend and saved me from…well, nothing really.
I never got to thank the guy and I am sure he had little sense of the impact he made, but it is 23 years later and I still remember the intense feeling of gratitude. Seriously, I want to give the guy a hug today as much as I did then.
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#12
I was visiting my sister in Japan. One day while she was away at work I decided to take her bike and explore the small city she lived in. I was riding along when all of a sudden my back tire blew out. At this point I was pretty far from her house and I didn’t not how to get back home. I started walking with the bike when out of nowhere a Japanese guy pulled up in his pickup. He got out of the truck put the bike in the back of the truck and told me to get in the passengers seat. In broken english he said he was going to help me. Well he drove me to a bike shop and took the bike out of the back of the pick and brought it inside the shop. He then proceeded to fix the tire. He apparently was the owner of this bike shop. I paid for the repair and looked around the shop and realized his shop was a block away from my sisters apartment.
TL,DR: Flat tire while riding bike, nice Japanese man helps me out.
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#13
I was at an amusement park, standing in line with my friends and her grandmother waiting to get on a water ride. It was really hot that day, and we only went on water rides to make sure we stayed cool. As soon as we got in line I got a headache. Nothing unusual, I get headaches all the time. My friend’s parents were a little ways away from the entrance, but not too terribly far. We had gotten half way through the line and my head started pounding and I felt like I was going to throw up. I told my friends I was going to go back. One asked why and I said I wasn’t feeling well. I later found out she didn’t hear me. Walking back, I started getting black spots all in my eyes. I had to grab onto the rail to keep my balance and to lead me back to the front. As soon as I got to the entrance I couldn’t stand anymore and fell down at the front while my vision went completely black. I couldn’t see anything for a few seconds. About 10 people passed me before one guy finally went over to help me stand up. I don’t remember standing up. I remember the man putting my arm around his neck and start to led me back to my family. A bunch of thoughts went through my mind, “Can I trust this guy? Is he going to kidnap me? I can’t defend myself, I can hardly stand up.” He was actually really nice, and led me back to my friend’s mom and stayed around until the doctors there got to me. I never got to thank him because I hardly had enough breath in me to answer the simple yes and no questions the doctors asked me. I was apparently really dehydrated, but made me realize how little people stop to help people who obviously need it.
Tl;dr: Almost passed out at an amusement park, a guy stopped to help me
Edit: Now that I think about it, the guy looked a lot like an older version of Mitt Romney.
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#14
When I was getting off the bus in High School. Some D-bag decided he didn’t want to wait behind the bus so he tried passing on the left. I should have been hit, but right before some guy getting into his car whistled at me. I stopped and turned around to see who it was. That gesture probably saved me from being destroyed.
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#15
This happened to a buddy of mine, not me, but I was there, so I guess that makes it my story too.
So were at the bar, its my buddys 21st birthday. First legal drink beer omg wasted so coool. These random guys show up at the bar and said they were from out of the state, and proceed to buy my buddy, and everyone he was with some shots, then some beers, then so more alcohol. By the end of the night, my friend was absolutely OBLITERATED. All in all he racked up a $475 dollar tab (I tried to steal it so I could pitch in). He refused to let any of us pitch in to help out, he just told us all that he expects us to do the same thing if we ever come across a 21st birthday at a bar.
TLDR: Random out-of-stater gave my friend alcohol poisoning for free.
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