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

If im walking a trail and i see a tree or sapling is damaged i do my best ro either mend its injury or remove the broken part to let the tree grow unincumbered. Its rewarding to come back after a year or two to see the sapling you helped take good roots and refuse to wither

only my mom, boyfriend ,& i think a close friend know about this. when my grandma was dying, the whole family rushed to her side. my aunts and uncles live scattered around the country, so it took a few days to get everyone here. about a week goes by, and my grandma is still holding on. some family have to leave and go home for work.

around two weeks, one evening i asked to have a moment alone with my grandma, who was sleeping. my grandfather passed away when i was 2, so it had been quite a long time without him for her. we all knew she missed him more than anything, and we knew he was there with us. i sat down next to her bed, held her hand, and told her that it was okay to go. that everyone was going to be okay, and that we all love her and were going to miss her. i thanked her for being the best grandma in the entire world, and for always caring about me more than i felt anyone else did. it was one of the hardest things i’ve ever had to do, but i knew it was time, and i didn’t want her to suffer anymore.

i woke up the next morning, and my mom told me that my grandma had passed away shortly after midnight that same night. i’m not sure if it was because of what i told her, or it just happened. but sometimes i like to think i was the one who gave her final peace of mind, maybe she needed to hear it from me. i’m the youngest cousin/grandchild, so i always had a special bond with her. she was/is the greatest woman i’ve ever known, and i’m so grateful i had that last moment with her.

My mum had saved forever to buy herself her dream dining table and chairs. They were super expensive but she had a picture on the fridge, saved for a year and knew she’d have them forever.

I visited one day when she wasn’t home (my parents have no issue with us coming over without them there) and noticed the dogs had gotten in and absolutely destroyed one - they were still untrained puppies and had ripped off all the material, buttons, etc.. I popped it in my car, threw it out, found a place an hour away with the same chair and bought it ($300 chair so wasn’t cheap!).

She doesn’t know because she would’ve A) been shattered but found a way to fix it as best as possible, which honestly would’ve been impossible. And B) refused for me to replace something at that cost.

I’m just glad it was me who saw it first. She’s happy and always comments on how nice her table is and how she will have it forever, lol!

Once I was delivering a huge order of pizzas from pizza express and the customer wouldn't answer the door so the restaurant said I could keep the pizza, too much for me so I drove around town and handed most of them out to the homeless

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.

I do IT work, usually small business and a lot of home repair. I have many wealthy clients and a few not so fortunate. It is not unusual for me to go to a home and it is obvious they are barely scraping by. So I either don't charge those people, or make it a nominal fee. I also refurb the old PC's and give them to people who have one that is not repairable.

My best fee ever was a basket of home grown creole tomatoes, damn those things are delicious.

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.

I've been taking my giant friendly dog downtown to visit the homeless lately. They light up when they see him. It is as much a karmic therapy for me as it is for my dog just to love people

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.