Sometimes, the quickest exchange with a stranger can leave a lifelong impression. Oftentimes, an unexpected expression of kindness, or a few well-placed words can put the world in perspective when we're in distress. And who better to deliver these moments of revelation than a stranger?!
There's something extra cinematic about having a poignant moment with someone you'll never see again. I
In a popular Reddit thread, people shared times a complete stranger profoundly impacted their lives, and it'll respark the kindling of hope in humanity.
Back in 2012, I went on my first solo trip to Thailand I was living in Karon Phuket. It was my first day there and at a late-night BBQ up in the cliffs, just finished my food and was sipping a cold Chang and this American guy walks up to me.
"May I join you?"
Yeah sure, I said, he was a 50-year-old originally from North Carolina working in Dubai as a teacher whose wife had died. He asks a lot about me why I'm here, aspirations in life, family situation. We have a very intense discussion about life in general and he was incredibly intelligent. The conversation switches to him and why he is here, he tells me that he bought a motorbike and he has zero agenda, he had been biking all over Asia solo for months with no concrete plan.
He pulls out a little scrapbook and starts going through the places and pictures and notes in it and starts giving me tips on places to go, places to eat, places to stay, routes to take. I got some paper from the bar and started taking notes on these amazing hidden gems all throughout South East Asia. We drink all night get hammered and he takes off in the morning I never see him again.
A few years back I traveled on a bike to one of the routes he recommended eating at places he talked about caves, lagoons, waterfalls, hot springs you name it he recommended it. It was a hell of an adventure loved every minute, he recommended some amazing things and I'm truly grateful I met that American that night. Great bloke, hope he's doing well.
I (f, 22 at the time) was at the airport waiting to go home after visiting my boyfriend that I don’t get to see much. A little heartbroken, I just sat there trying to keep the tears in my eyes, but a random stranger noticed my emotional turmoil.
Instead of asking if I was okay, he simply said “I’m sorry to see you’re in pain, can I do anything to help you?” And offered me a tissue. He was such a comforting presence. We ended up talking for a while as we were on the same flight that got delayed, and eventually cancelled until the next day. We hung out in the smoking lounge together, he made me promise to quit when I got home. He told me about his travels, I told him about mine. He managed to get my mind out of its pit of sadness, we talked about our shared hobbies, what we’d been doing in that town etc.
Next day we found out we were flying to the same destination via connecting flights, and as he was a flight attendant even on holidays he was able to change his booking to be on my flight and sit with me.
Our ways parted when we lost track of each other at the third airport. I never got to say goodbye or thank him for being such an A-class human. His kindness made my trip home so much easier and I will never forget it. Sven if you’re reading this, thank you. I hope to be able to pay your gesture forward to someone who needs a friendly face some day.
My daughter was born and she wasn't breathing when they took her from us. I assumed she was dead but she wasn't when they took me to the NICU she was tubed with all these scary monitoring. All the other babies were in incubators but mine wasn't. I remarked to the nurse that that felt like a good sign. It was a gut punch when she said "We only have her in the open air in case she has a heart attack and we need to move quickly. We will control her environment when the doctor says it's ok."
A doctor came in and explained that she is very sick but getting better. I simply didn't believe him I was terrified. One of the other parents in the NICU took me aside and told me that the doctors here wouldn't lie to me for liability reasons. If he thinks my girl is going to get better she probably will. It was like he untied a knot in my stomach and made it a little easier. She pulled through and is healthy.
When I tried to kill myself in high school I ended up in the hospital, and then shipped off via ambulance to a local mental hospital. On the way there the EMT in the back told me he used to be suicidal, we talked the whole way about how he chose to live and why and how he could tell I was a nice and worthwhile person from the little we’d interacted.
I don’t remember most of the conversation because I was all drugged up, but I remember feeling like someone actually saw me, actually understood, and actually cared. It was kind of a first, and it’s one of my happiest memories even tho I can’t remember most of it. I don’t even remember his name. But whoever you were, I hope your life is great, and thank you.
I was in a plane at JFK stuck on the tarmac for three hours, feeling kind of sorry for myself. Struck up a conversation with the elderly man next to me. Turned out he was the youngest child to survive Dachau. Showed me his tattoo. Told me he survived because he ate whatever was left on the dishes he washed.
I don't feel sorry for myself so much any more.
The "complete stranger" part is tough. I just don't have in-depth conversations with people I don't know. But I'll volunteer a story of a conversation I had with someone that I only briefly interacted with that they would have NO CLUE how much I took to what they said.
I worked at Arbys years ago. They instituted a policy that we had to completely break down the slicer twice a day, wash/rinse/sanitize all the components, and then reassemble. The problem was we were the busiest store in the area by far. So at the manager meeting where we were discussing implementation, I'm being the stick in the mud. I'm like, "We're too busy. If we pre-cut enough roast beef to handle business during the time it'll take someone to clean the whole thing, the beef will taste like sh*t, and our food quality will suffer..." One of the other managers looks and goes, "Hey, before we say it's impossible, let's give it a shot." And that changed the game for me professionally.
I realized I was a naysayer of work, change, and opportunity. And I tried really hard to change that. Years later, I had a boss who never gave compliments say to me, "You know what I like about you? No matter what we have to do or how comfortable you are with it, you're fine with it." And I thought about that manager back at Arbys that, again, has no idea the impact he had on me in that moment.
I had a customer at my previous job telling me about how he used to stress about being single for most of his life until a week after his 40th birthday when he met his future wife outside a grocery store, just after he had accepted the possibility of being alone. He ended with sometimes waiting patiently is the only course of action, even if you don't like it.
I think about that whenever I'm feeling the single's blues.
Once at the mall I was chasing my 3-year-old. I was feeling real irritated when this guy yells to me ”just like his dad, huh?” indicating I was a child too once. Really gave me some perspective, just that one sentence.
I was broke as f*ck in Eugene, Oregon. Steady work was scarce. I smelled like shit because I could barely afford to do my laundry and often didn't even have detergent when I did do laundry.
The holidays were close so I took a contract job with the Salvation Army, ringing a bell. I'd stand on a cold sidewalk in the freezing pouring wind and rain on a sidewalk outside of Fred Meyer, wearing a thin gray zip-up hoody, shivering and ringing for 8 painful hours.
This gorgeous soccer mom rolls up in her gigantic suburban assault vehicle. She steps out wearing a very tasteful tan camel hair coat, jeans, nice boots, her long blonde wavy hair draped across her shoulders.
She walked past me with a disappointed look. When you're broke as sh*t, you get used to that facial expression from decent and good people, and you sort of condition yourself to shirk away like "sorry I'm a smelly degenerate piece of sh*t who's near you"
Anyway, more people come and go, her giant SUV is still out front, when I hear this very loud and aggressive woman bark, "HEY!!" at me.
I turn and look, and it's her. She has a shopping cart overflowing with bags. She rolls up to me, shoves a hand in a bag and says, "here! Put these on!"
She handed me a very nice and expensive fleece beanie, a puffy fleece scarf and these very expensive looking fleece-lined leather gloves.
"It's absolutely freezing outside. You should be wearing more than that thin jacket. Do you have a home?" I told her yes, while putting the new clothes on. They were so damn warm!! I noticed the rain would bead up on the scarf then just roll away. A gust blew and my ears didn't ring in pain.
She said "well, you need to eat" and handed me a bag of jo-jos and a bag of chicken strips. I swear to God my stomach rumbled at the sight of the warm food.
She stood in front of me and said, "I've seen you here before. You were nice to my son when he was having a bad day. You're a good looking kid, and you seem pretty smart. You deserve better than this. Go to school or something. Figure out a plan and follow it. You don't have to do live like this."
I started to well up, but bit my tears back. She realized how awkward it all was, so she just said, "okay, well ... Merry Christmas," then walked off to her vehicle, loaded it up, and drove away.
She showed me kindness and generosity at a time when I thought it was all gone, and she represented love from a demographic I'd grown to hate. She changed my perspective about humanity in less than a minute, and inspired me to aspire for more.
While all my family members are very pious (Orthodox Church) while I was always kind of a rebel and had always perceived myself as an atheist. Nevertheless, the best advice someone has ever given me actually came from a priest I met on the bus. I was 22, living through the worst kind of existential crisis, GF of 4 years cheated, realizing I will probably flunk university, self-esteem sinking by a mile each day, doing recreational drugs and drinking almost every day, etc.
All in all a recipe for depression. I was traveling to my hometown when a random guy (priest) sat beside me in a bus, he could see I wasn't feeling OK and asked whats going on. I usually don't open up to strangers, but for some reason I instantaneously started talking about my problems while he listened carefully. After some 20 minutes I finished, holding back my tears, but yet feeling kinda relieved.
He took a deep sigh and told me: "Son, you are still young, your best years are ahead of you, wasting all this time thinking about negative things won't do you any good. People tend to look back and forward in time too much, you should try to live in the moment." After 2 mins we reached his station and he got up and wished me all the best. I never learned his name nor saw him again, but almost every day remember him for a few seconds and feel kind of serenity around me.
When I was eight or a bit younger, my mom brought me with her to a divorce lawyer’s office on the higher floor of a large building. While she was meeting with the divorce lawyer in his private office, I was trying to keep myself occupied in the waiting room. I recall that it was a very big waiting room.
There was a man in the waiting room. I don’t exactly remember how old he was, but he didn’t seem that old. I would probably guess in the 30-45 range. I can only assume he noticed the bored, sort of sad-looking little girl in a divorce lawyer’s waiting room because he came over to me. He talked to me, played with me, said I was a beautiful little girl and I’m pretty sure that he said something about how the bad stuff that was happening wasn’t my fault. I spent the whole time in the waiting room with him.
I don’t remember his name and I can barely recall his face, but I had an innocent crush on him. I asked him where he lived and he told me he lived in San Francisco, which was not at all far from where I lived. Maybe it’s because I’ve just always been a very sensitive and empathetic kid, but while he was smiling at me (gorgeous smile, too) and trying to make me happy, I got the sense that he was sad. I can only imagine why, given the location.
I’ve never forgotten him after all these years. I wish I knew how to get in touch with him because I’d love to just give him a hug. He will never know how much he helped me during a time where I was subjected to my parents’ messy divorce at home and being relentlessly bullied at school. I was a sensitive big-hearted kid with drug addict parents (both are clean now) and I was emotionally neglected a lot of the time... so I think his kindness will live on in my heart forever. Whenever I go to San Francisco, I spare a thought for him and wonder how he’s doing.
EDIT: I’m doubtful this will happen because I just don’t have enough information to work off of, but here’s what I know about him... in case he can be found:
- He was at least decently attractive (this is objective though, because I find plenty of “plain looking” guys handsome too!)
- He lived in San Francisco in the early-mid 2000s
- I’d guess he was about 30-45 at the time, but I may be wrong because my memory is kind of fuzzy. It’s possible he was slightly younger than that. If I’ve calculated everything correctly, he’d be around the range of 45-60 now.
- He visited a Bay Area divorce lawyer in a high-level building (I don’t remember where but I’m guessing it was either near SF or likely in the South Bay)
- He made a sad little girl’s day
EDIT 2: I spoke to my mother about it. She doesn’t remember him, but she’s going to try to find a name for the lawyer or the firm!
I worked in a subway for the summer years ago. There was a regular customer, 60 odd, rode an old timey bicycle with a basket that he kept his dog in.
Anyway, one time he comes in and it's just me and him in the restaurant. He asks how I am, I tell him I am fine. He asks how I really am, and for no particular reason, I told him some of the problems I was facing in my life. Let me note, this was particularly out of character for me, I keep myself to myself and don't tend to open up to my closest friends and family, let alone strangers.
He told me to "breathe, and listen to what the wind has to tell me". I didn't really know what to say to this, so I engaged in a thoughtful conversation with him. The way he spoke was unlike that of anyone I've ever met, so sincere, honest and calm.
He proceeded to explain to me how he has the ability to mentally travel to anywhere in the universe, he simply has to clear his mind and close his eyes and he will travel outside of his body and see the wonders the universe has to offer. He paused to tell me, if I think he is crazy just tell him to stop, as most people thought he was.
By this point, I was completely hooked on his stories. He told me of worlds that rained diamonds, black holes, conscious beings made entirely of gases and resin. As he left he said I would see him once again in my life, but only when I was ready. This was about 6 years ago.
I will add, the man did not strike me whatsoever as crazy, and insisted that he had never touched a drug in his life. I honestly believed that he wasn't crazy.
I don't know if he was just f*cking with me, having a bit of fun, or whatever. But the way he told me this story, I honestly believed every word, and I am not a very gullible person. At the time as well, I had never drank or taken any drugs.
The story honestly sounds so ridiculously unbelievable, and I have never spoken to anyone of it. But I hope I see him again.
When I was a freshman in college, I took a shuttle from my off-campus dorm to the campus every day. A few weeks into the first semester, a guy sits down next to me and compliments my anime messenger bag. We strike up a conversation, and he offers to introduce me to the other nerds at our dorm.
He brings me to another guy, Mark, but then leaves. Mark proceeds to escort me around to a few rooms, and I meet more people. One of these people becomes my boyfriend 2 months later, then my husband 4 years after that.
The weird thing is, I never see the original guy from the shuttle again, and no one knows who he was. That random stranger led me to my soulmate, then disappeared.
I was on a plane flying to my first consulting gig and an elderly gentleman was seated next to me. Normally, I just keep my head down on the plane, but he was really friendly and initiated the conversation. He told me he was coming home from a music festival and was excited to get home and wanted to know why I was traveling. I told him that I was a bit nervous because this would be my first big consulting gig but had spent time preparing, studying the customer, reading up on similar customers, etc. He told me that I should feel confident because I had done everything I could ahead of time and now it was time to enjoy the payoff.
When we got off of the plane he was met by an entourage, and whisked away. He was obviously "somebody" so Googled him to learn it was Hank Jones. He basically invented bebop piano. That music festival he was returning from was the Montreux Jazz Festival.
I have always kept his words in mind. Doing everything you can do to prepare ahead of time is what gives you confidence in pretty much anything you do. Then it is up to you to just enjoy the payoff.
I was on a cruise in the Caribbean, three days out of Miami, to Nassau and back to Miami. Dude at the bar was chillin, about 20 years older than I was. I was already drunk, started talking to him and asked where he was from. "Jupiter!" was his answer. I assumed that this dude is just nuts and I left mid conversation.
Years later I learned that Jupiter, Florida is a real place and I was just oblivious and needed to get out more. The only assumptions I make are about myself now.
I was going through a really rough time, I was about 15 at the time. I was having a lot of identity issues and family troubles, I was also struggling with dissociation. This culminated in me sobbing in a Kohl's bathroom. I was at the sinks and a woman came up to me and told me "I don't know who you are, I don't know what you're going through, but it gets better". She offered me a hug, which I accepted. It wasn't a lot but it definitely helped me realize that there's some genuine nice folks out there.
I was going through a really rough time, I was about 15 at the time. I was having a lot of identity issues and family troubles, I was also struggling with dissociation. This culminated in me sobbing in a Kohl's bathroom. I was at the sinks and a woman came up to me and told me "I don't know who you are, I don't know what you're going through, but it gets better". She offered me a hug, which I accepted. It wasn't a lot but it definitely helped me realize that there's some genuine nice folks out there.
So, a couple of months ago, I had a really awful breakup and decided to go see a longtime friend play at a bar. While there, I met this older lady. She asked if my friend and I were dating and she jokingly said that I must be a groupie then because I traveled nearly an hour out of my way to see him. She then told me that she had been an actual groupie back in the 70s, although she never got famous for it.
Our conversation which started out very light hearted ended up turning into a very deep but sweet conversation about love and relationships. I told her about my situation with my ex and how I was still kind reeling from it. She knew how I felt, as she had been there before with plenty of men.
She told me, "Even though it hurt a lot when these guys would break my heart, I never wished to take it back. I always used that time after a break up to reflect on myself. I would learn how to love myself, and learn what kind of love I was worthy of.
I was about 15 and crying on a step downtown because social anxiety was really a struggle for me. After a while, a girl of about 20 stopped just to ask me what was the matter. It took a lot, but I just opened up to her as she gently held me on her shoulder and wiped my tears away. As I smiled before we went our separate ways, she promised me that things would get better. I was skeptical at first, but I always remembered our words whenever I was feeling sad. I really think she might have saved me from suicide. Leah, thank you again. I will truly never forget you!
I had to go to the ER with a terrible migraine - my family has a history of Arnold Chiari Malformation so any bad headache I'm quick to get checked out (it turned out to be a bad ear infection).
At the time I'd been smoking basically since I was 18, about 6 years, and had smoked off and on in my adolescence. I had at this point heard everything about why it was bad for me and it just never registered. I couldn't bring myself to care.
Went to the ER, was going through triage. My nurse was a tall man with the geeky stickers on his scrubs and name badge. He gets to the question about smoking. I don't know what it was, but something about how he explained why I should quit flipped a switch in my brain. I think just because of how earnest he was. Like it wasn't just a script to him. He put down the clipboard and looked me dead in the eye and like "Look here's why you need to quit". I was not even there for something related to smoking and he still took that time.
A few weeks later I smoked my last cigarette. I have been smoke-free for 5 years now. I still get dreams about it (which are obnoxious because I'll feel guilty in my dream for smoking and then wake up and be made that my subconscious is making me feel guilty). And I attribute a lot of my success to that one guy.
Chatting with a complete stranger at a bar about some random stuff. Both drunk and desperate. We see two girls. "I speak to the blonde you go for the dark-haired one?" Let's do it man! The stranger said. The blonde is now my wife and mother of our two children.
Thank you kind stranger. I hope you are doing well.