On 14 March 2014, Redditor montielove posted a Good Guy Greg meme with this caption: “My mom took a Greyhound from Detroit to Utah to get away from my abusive, sh[*]tty dad. She had 3 little girls, an infant (me), and next to no money. And then this happened while stopped at McDonald’s along the way….” The text of the meme stated, “SEES MY MOM CUTTING A CHEESEBURGER INTO 3 PIECES FOR MY SISTERS / BRINGS TO THEIR TABLE 3 HAPPY MEALS, A BIG MAC AND FRIES, AND A 50 DOLLAR BILL. MY MOM IMMEDIATELY BURSTS INTO TEARS.”
Other Redditors had some good comments:
1) wisertime07 wrote, “My sister ran into an amazing person like this once — too good not to share. She was newly separated, with a 2-year-old and in school full-time, so didn’t have much money. She had a tire that kept losing air pressure and went to a service station to see what was wrong. The service tech told her that wires were showing on all 4 tires and they all needed to be replaced. They told her that they had used tires for $40/piece and that she absolutely had to put a used tire on the leaking tire, at the least — but the others were desperately needing to be replaced, too. She said she told them she only had $50 to her name, so she would go ahead and get the one tire, but that was it, and she’d have to come back later for some more used tires. They went to work on her car and she said about 45 minutes later, told her it was ready. She went to pay and they told her this old man in the corner that had been sitting there the whole time had quietly paid her bill — and had bought her an entire set of brand-new tires. By the time they told her, he was already gone and she never got to find out who he was. At the time, I was living several hundred miles away — she called all of us crying, telling us the story. I’m a grown man who I think has maybe only cried a few times in my life, but I teared up on the phone just listening to her story.
“Edit: had no idea this would blow up like it did, but to answer some questions — yes, it’s true. I would have helped her out had she asked. I have another sister that’s very successful and I’m sure she would have helped also, but she didn’t ask either of us. We grew up poor and our mom isn’t really anything to write home about, so we learned pretty early on that if we needed anything, we weren’t getting it from her. I think it made us all pretty self-reliant and driven, but at the same time it’s made us ashamed to ask for help, and we’ve just assumed we’re probably SOL [Sh*t Out of Luck] if we’ve needed anything. And lastly, there was a man — it wasn’t the shop owner or anything like that (I don’t think — never really questioned it before). She said she remembered the man in there, but she didn’t realize she was speaking loud enough to be heard and never saw him do anything, nor even leave. We grew up in a very small town (where this happened at), so she mentioned it often, hoping she’d recognize him somewhere and get a chance to thank him, which I don’t think ever happened.”
2) thriftstoretalent wrote, “My family was very poor while me and my 3 siblings were growing up, but like most poor kids, I didn’t realize it. My parents didn’t talk about money in front of us. My mom told me this story recently: they were living less than paycheck to paycheck, having to borrow money from friends almost every week. Just enough to keep us fed and the electricity on. One day, mom opened the pantry to find a single can of Popeye’s Spinach. She said that we made her cry because we wouldn’t even let her heat it up. We ate it out of the can with forks.
The next day was Sunday. We went to church without eating breakfast. Dad had a plan for lunch, which worked out. He called his mom who usually had large meals cooked on Sundays and we ate there. For supper mom called her mom and we went over to her house and had some dirty rice. They had no idea what to do for the rest of the week until payday.
“When we got back home, dad noticed that the door was unlocked. He told us to wait outside, because someone had broken in. A few minutes later, he came out crying hysterically. He couldn’t even talk. When we went inside, we saw the countertops completely covered in grocery bags, and the cabinets were stuffed to overflowing. I’ll always remember that, and hope to do something like that one day.”
3) princess_bitchface wrote, “You know, it’s situations like that that make me realize that 1.5 hours of work for me, is the same amount of money that a person’s life would be amplified so much by being generous.
“I was at a grocery store once and this little old lady had a few things and I was buying kitty litter for my cat, and I noticed the lady in front of me had the same kind. She couldn’t afford all the purchases [and] in the end she decided to tell the cashier to remove the potatoes and some meat, her stew will be fine without it. But she looked genuinely distressed. Without thinking I just told the cashier to keep the food there and charge me twice for the litter, and give one to the woman. I swear, she was so shocked she just stopped dead in her tracks and started crying.
“I wasn’t wealthy, and yes the $8 bucks for the litter would mean I’d have to budget a little, but I knew that sacrificing a few Tim Horton’s coffees this week was better than me knowing this woman would be eating cabbage and carrot stew without potatoes or meat.”
4) preciousjewel128 wrote, “Not a stranger story.
“When my dad died, my siblings and I made lists of who was to contact who. I was to call dad’s boss. Boss was in shock. But the words he said I’ll never forget:
“‘Send me the bill for the funeral. I owe it to your dad for his decades of service.’
“I just collapsed crying. We were so worried about the expense. We didn’t go all out, but it did allow us to give dad a nice funeral.”
5) some_left_coaster wrote, “I had a somewhat similar experience in McDonald’s that made me ashamed and caused me to seriously re-evaluate my priorities. A few years back I was called to jury duty in a not-so-affluent part of town. After waiting around all morning they gave us a break for lunch, and I headed for the McDonald’s down the block. As I waited at the counter after placing my order, this tiny old black lady rolled up in a motorized wheelchair. It was a chilly day, and she was bundled up in layers of clothing. You could hardly see her face under this bulky knit cap.
“‘It’s my birthday,’ she told the cashier. ‘And so I’m going to eat something delicious. I’ll take a cheeseburger, small fries, and a small Coke.’
“I stared at her, shocked. I was thinking how sad that was. For her, it wasn’t junk food, it was a special treat. Since she arrived by wheelchair, she probably lived in one of the crappy residence hotels, mostly single rooms, in the area.
“While I was thinking all of this, this youngish guy, who looked like he lived on the street and had also been waiting for his order, stepped up to the cashier and handed her some money. ‘I’m buying,’ he said, and turned to the old lady. ‘Have a wonderful birthday, Ma’am’.
“He collected his food and left. I collected mine and followed him. Outside, I tapped him on the shoulder, and said, ‘You’re a good man.’ He looked at me in shock, and I shook his hand. ‘Seriously, you did a good thing in there.’ He seemed kind of stunned, but thanked me.
“I went home that night and told my wife the story. This guy, who looked like he had almost nothing, stepped up when it hadn’t even occurred to me. I confessed how ashamed I felt. My wife gently said, ‘Then you’ll know what to do next time.’
“And ever since, when I see someone who needs help, I try to give it.”
6) KennedyTeeth wrote, “Several years ago I was checking out at Walmart; I was buying a car emergency kit. The cashier picked it up and said to herself, ‘I need one of these for my car.’ She looked 16-17 and probably drove a beater. I said nothing and walked out. I walked back in and went to her register with a second kit and said, ‘I need one more.’ After she rang it up, I handed it to her with the receipt. I can still see the surprise and joy on her face. Walked out feeling like a boss.”
For Further Information: montielove, “My mom took a greyhound from Detroit to Utah to get away from my abusive, shitty dad. She had 3 little girls, an infant (me), and next to no money. And then this happened while stopped at McDonalds along the way…” Imgur. 14 March 2014
For Further Information: montielove, “My mom took a greyhound from Detroit to Utah to get away from my abusive, shitty dad. She had 3 little girls, an infant (me), and next to no money. And then this happened while stopped at McDonalds along the way…” Reddit. 14 March 2014
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