Search results for random acts of kindness
Mar 15, 2018 / By Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
I walked into the Brentwood post office one recent dreary Saturday and saw the line was pretty long, with just one clerk working. I considered coming back later, but with more folks coming through the door, I thought it might not get much better. Sighing, I groused to the lady in front of me, “Is there just one clerk working?” The employee was very busy, yet she took the time to thoroughly answer her current customer’s questions. The rest of us shuffled our feet and rolled our eyes. I turn
Mar 11, 2018 / By Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
A year ago last Christmas, I had an unbelievable happening. I am 92 years old and I can’t do a lot of physical things anymore. However, I can do the holiday baking and cooking for my children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. The little ones give me great joy and pride. I make the special Thanksgiving and Christmas desserts and cookies — this is something I really enjoy doing. Shortly after Thanksgiving, I went to the Market District in Wexford and loaded up on baking supplies. When
Mar 11, 2018 / By Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
Being a foreign visitor in Pittsburgh has been a wonderful experience. I’m an Italian mom. I arrived in the Squirrel Hill section of your city with my two daughters and my husband more than five months ago. The day we arrived after a long voyage from Italy, my husband’s boss’s wife, Trish, left a basket on the porch with detergent, wipes, crayons and books for the kids, and a gift card to the grocery store with $25 inside. A few days later, a couple we barely knew, Mary and Tom, bought two
Mar 11, 2018 / By Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
I was driving home from my regular Wednesday night bowling. It was about 9:30 p.m. and I was driving down Munhall Road in Squirrel Hill. Lo and behold at the bottom of the road there was a water drain that broke and the gushing water had turned into a mass of water and ice. I suddenly felt my car sinking into what felt like an icy water hole. I knew then that I was stuck. No matter how hard I tried to maneuver my car back and forth, it was no use. I’ve been driving for many winters and have
Feb 14, 2018 / By Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
I was standing in the shoe aisle at Big-K struggling to get my foot into a snow boot. I said to a woman steering a cart, “You’d think they would have a bench or chair.” She said, “Sorry.” Then I repeated the same words to another woman who directed me to a bench in the next aisle. As I was browsing through snow boots, the lady with the cart showed me the cutest little black boot trimmed with fur. I said, “I take a 5.” I saw one that size and took it to the bench to try on. The
Feb 15, 2018 / By Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
This short story is about a very special lady diagnosed with breast cancer about a year ago. I have worked for an insurance agency for quite some time and have gotten to know some of our clients on a more personal level — Camille being one of them. Camille stopped by the office last summer to tell me about her diagnosis and show me she had lost most of her beautiful hair because of her treatments. However, Camille, with her great spirit, told me she was going to beat this! I told her I abs
Dec 29, 2017 / By Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus - at the Steelers game A week before THE Steeler game, a dear old friend called and said he would like to give my wife and I two tickets to the Steelers-Patriots game, if we were interested. Needless to say, being a lifelong fan, I was elated! To make sure we got the tickets in time he delivered to them to our home. On game day, with the tickets tucked safely in the inner-zippered pocket of my jacket, we made our way from the casino, where we parked, to t
Dec 14, 2017 / By Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
Running to catch the 17 bus at Liberty Avenue and Sixth, I made it to within five feet of the bus’s open door, but my 81-year-old body wasn’t up to it. The world disappeared and I held onto a small tree in front of me until I “came back” again, as I always did before in moments such as this. My legs wobbled and I went down on the sidewalk. Instantly two young men began asking, “Are you OK?” I was already back in the real world again, and at my request each grabbed me under my arms and I
Dec 21, 2017 / By Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
Being last has its own reward A week before Thanksgiving I was shopping at ALDI on Route 8 in Hampton. I had a large order. My bill was over $80, so you know how many items I had. After putting my items on the conveyer belt, they extended from the cashier to the end of the belt. Being in line behind someone else who had a large order, I knew the anxiety of waiting for that order to be rung up. There was a gentleman that had three items - I told him to go ahead of me. Next came
Nov 27, 2017 / By Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
Lifting a military mom’s spirits I love reading the Random Acts of Kindness column. It’s always a pick-me-up and lifts my spirits, especially this past year, as I have been battling a rare illness. On Oct. 19, I was shopping in Barnes & Noble at The Waterfront in Homestead. I approached a salesperson for assistance in finding a couple of good books to mail to my son, a Marine, who is recovering from an injury and additional surgery in Japan. We walked up and down the aisles looking for in
Feb 01, 2018 / By Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
On Christmas Day, my husband and I left our Elizabeth Township home and headed to Charleston, W.Va., to spend the holiday with our son and his family. The good thing about traveling on Christmas is there is very little traffic. The bad thing about traveling on Christmas is there is very little traffic. While driving, I noticed there were no other cars on the route I chose because of snow. Great, I thought ... until I ran over a rock. Seconds later I told my husband "I think we have a flat t
Dec 11, 2017 / By Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
No, a kind stranger didn’t pay for my meal in a restaurant, and I haven't fallen lately (knock wood), so no one's rushed over to lift me to safety or stop the bleeding. But I've been on the receiving end of some truly random acts of kindness from strangers, acts they were certainly not aware they were giving. My heart is breaking now, as my sister prepares for the end brought much too soon by metastatic breast cancer. Anticipatory grief is never far from my emotional core as I wait in line in
Jan 04, 2018 / By Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
One trip Downtown yields host of selfless acts Thirty-eight years ago, I moved to Pittsburgh from New York City. The longer I live here, the more I appreciate the people. Here are a few things that happened when I had to go into town for jury duty: As I live in a suburb of Pittsburgh, I took the bus into town. Upon exiting the bus, every single person said goodbye and thank you to the bus driver. I got off the bus in Downtown and was looking around to try to figure out where the cour
Nov 10, 2017 / By Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
Hooray for the Post Office I just want to put in a good word for our postal employees. On Columbus Day, my husband accidently dropped two Halloween cards into the Gibsonia postal drop box. Money was enclosed with each card. As they were intended to be handed to the children, neither had a return address label and only the child’s name was on each envelope. I went to the Gibsonia Post Office the following day. The mail had been picked up at 6 a.m.; we were too late. All the information was t
Dec 06, 2017 / By Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
My 97-year-old mother, Naomi Ruth Keim, lived in Pittsburgh for 60 years. She was a World War II veteran in the U.S. Navy. Recently she and my father moved from their home in Bridgeville to be closer to my sister in Scottsdale, Ariz. Mom lives in an independent facility. Saturday night during dinner her friend was choking on a piece of steak and put her arms above her head. My mother went to the employees and told them her friend was choking. They did not react, so mother, without hesitation,
Nov 18, 2017 / By Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
The past few years I have enjoyed bike riding Saturday mornings on the Allegheny Passage trail. I normally ride alone in the morning before the trail gets too crowded. With 25.5 miles down and 4.5 to go, I was approaching the completion of the ride when something crossed in front of my bike path. Instinctively I steered slightly right and glanced left to see what it was. This movement was just enough to travel off the trail into loose gravel. It happened to be in an area where a chain-link fence
Nov 10, 2017 / By Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
I think I have your bike On Labor Day my husband, Greg, was driving home on Route 28 after a bike ride. At the 31st Street Bridge, his bike flew off the roof of his car. He couldn’t stop because there was no shoulder on the road. His main concern was to make sure no one was injured. Fortunately traffic wasn’t that heavy and he was able to turn around. When he got back to the bridge, the bike was gone. He came home dismayed because this bike was custom-made for him and its value was over $35
Jul 20, 2017 / By Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
A picture perfect adventure Exceptional Adventures ( is a nonprofit organization with over 35 years of experience providing vacation opportunities, events and monthly dances for individuals living with intellectual and developmental disabilities. On a return trip from a wonderful adventure in Niagara Falls, N.Y., the group stopped at the China Buffet King on Noblestown Road for dinner. Everyone, for the most part was sitting down eating, but one man from our grou
Sep 28, 2017 / By Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
My aunt passed away in April and we celebrated her life in Pittsburgh on a Monday in August. My uncle spent months planning the perfect memorial. Friends and relatives flew in from all over the country, including me and my mom. We managed to make our flight, make it to our hotel and make it to my uncle’s house. The day of the service, we left early, having been warned that parking was a problem. We got to our destination, Phipps Conservatory & Botanical Gardens. It was one of my Aunt Beth’s fa
Sep 21, 2017 / By Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
It was a Friday evening in July 2014. My mom was visiting me from Romania. She knew then only two words in English — “Hello” and “Thank you.” She found herself in McKeesport. She never intended to get there, but there she was. And she had no idea how to get back to my apartment in Squirrel Hill. This adventure could have ended badly, but she was lucky. She had arrived in Pittsburgh two weeks earlier for a month-long visit. It was not only her first visit to this city, but also to the United St

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