I have been thinking about my childhood a lot....and my mom raising us with so little. Our dad was not in our life and provided no support....and there was no family help either. I remember how hurt my mom was one time when I was sick with a bad tonsil infection and high fever...mom needed to work and didn't want to leave me alone....and my grandmother refused to come sit with me.
But we had such good friends. Such a good support network. Seems like help was always showing up JUST when we thought we were sunk....like the time an elderly woman across country where we had moved from a couple of years before...she sent my mom $100 and said she was just thinking about her. (100 in 1979 was a lot of money). And when a friend found out that my mom was making multiple $25 payments to medical bills of just a few hundred a friend went down and paid off the balance of the loans. And the time a distant cousin made my mom go get tires on her car on his account at the time store because her tires were so bald it made him scared for us. And the time the health food store in town called and said someone had gifted us $100 to spend in the store. They never did reveal themselves.
Oh and driving across country when our car broke down....a young couple(that we had never met) from the local congregation came and got us and put us up in their home for the night and her husband got the part and repaired it the next day for mom. I think she is still in contact with them 40 years later.
There are just a lot of good people in the world. That is easy to forget at times with all the badness going on.
Anyone have their own 'kindness shown to me' story?