24 People Finally Reveal Their Good Deeds They Have Been Keeping In Secret

My friend from college was struggling to get the money to pay for his cat’s surgery. We did everything we could to raise the money, I even asked my father to put this little donation box on his craftbeer bar, but we were still missing a few bucks. My friend doesn’t know it, but I added some really good money to the box before handling it to him and, omg, I still remember how grateful he was when he saw the money was more than enough… He also told me, after the surgery, that he never believed we could make it but he saw the dedication I put into it and believed in me

I was at a mall running errands and I decided to grab some lunch at the food court. I had just finished eating when a boy, probably 13-14 years old and looking pretty scruffy, politely asked if I could give him some money for lunch because he hadn't eaten all day. I didn't have cash but I told him to go order whatever he wanted and I would pay with my debit card. He looked shocked. He said, "I didn't really think anyone would help me." I told him to get extra for later but he was happy with a sub and a drink. He was grateful. I wanted to say something wise like "go home", but then realized that maybe that was the worst place for him to be. I'm not a social worker so I didn't think of how else I could help him, but at least he wasn't hungry for a while.

This is a small act and probably a bit weird, but growing up as the oldest daughter by 7 years left my younger siblings and I's relationship a bit distant. There just wasn't much to relate to(my flavor of adhd also makes emoting really hard for me), and honestly I just always found younger kids annoying so I wasn't a very good sister to them- to be honest I was just a bully. But when I was around 14-15, my siblings came up to me to show me a couple shiny coins they found- they seemed so excited about it. The youngest, my sister kept talking about how rich she was with one of those ear-to-ear grins kids get when their excited about something. It was really refreshing to see my siblings so happy, and it was honestly adorable. Since then whenever I had spare change I'd "drop" it somewhere I knew they'd notice around the house and just let them find it whenever. They got so happy every time they found one. Now I'm 19, (my siblings are 12 and 8), I still on occasion sneak a dollar into their laundry or something, and we're a lot closer now. I have considered telling them since I'm moving out really soon, but I think this'll just stay a secret. At this point telling them will just ruin the magic.

On winter weekdays when I go downtown to practice the organ, there's usually a destitute man on the front steps of the locked church. When I unlock the door, I invite him in out of the cold and let him sleep on a cushioned pew in the relative warmth of the building while I practice or teach organ lessons. He's always very appreciative of the relief from being outside and leaves with obvious appreciation when it's time for me go.