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30.10.2019

Touching stories touch to the depths of the soul, and even the most callous person can be moved by a couple. Sometimes in life there are not enough small, kind experiences from which you can be moved to tears. Our touching stories are selected for this very purpose. Stories taken from the internet and only the best published.

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"I stood in line in the store, for a little grandmother, whose hands are shaking, a lost look, she tightly clutched a small wallet to her chest, they probably saw such a knitted one, I saw this several times and she did not have enough 7 rubles to buy, then that she took, bread, milk, cereal, a tiny piece of liver sausage. And the seller talked very rudely to her, and she stood so lost, I felt so sorry for her, I made a remark to the seller and put 10 rubles on the cash register. But my heart is so quickly began to beat, I took this grandmother by the hand, she looked into my eyes, it seemed like she did not understand why I did it, and I took it and took it to the trading floor, at the same time collecting food for her in a basket, everything only the most necessary, meat, bones for soup, eggs, all sorts of cereals, and she walked silently behind me and everyone looked at us. We got to the fruit and I asked what she liked, my grandmother silently looked at me and blinked her eyes. I took a little bit of everything, but I think for a long time Enough. ”We approached the checkout, people parted and let us skip the line, then I realized that I had little money with me and barely enough for her basket, I left mine in the hall, paid, all this time holding this grandmother's hand and we went out into the street. At that moment, I noticed that a tear ran down my grandmother's cheek, I asked where I could take her, put her in the car, and she offered to come in for tea. We went to her house, I have not seen this yet, everything is like a scoop, but cozy, while she warmed tea and put pies with onions on the table, I looked around and realized how our old people live. After all, I got into the car and then I was covered. I cried for 10 minutes ... "

14.10.2016 2 3929

On one occasion, a father scolded his four-year-old daughter for wasting, it seemed to him, a large amount of gold wrapping paper, gluing an empty box in order to place it under the Christmas tree.
There was hardly any money.
And because of this, my father was even more nervous.
The next morning, the girl brought her father a box pasted over with it and said:
- Dad, this is for you!
The father was incredibly embarrassed and repented of his incontinence the day before.
However, remorse was replaced by a new fit of irritation when, opening the box, he saw that it was empty.
"Don't you know that when you give someone a gift, there must be something inside?" he shouted to his daughter.
The little girl raised her large tearful eyes and said:
“It’s not empty, daddy. I put my kisses there. They are all for you.
From the feelings surging over him, his father could not speak.
He only hugged his little girl and begged to forgive him.
My father later said that he kept this box, covered with gold, near his bed for many years.
When difficult moments came in his life, he simply opened it, and then all those kisses that his daughter put there flew out, touching his cheeks, forehead, eyes and hands.

23.08.2016 0 4257

I never thought that I would find myself in a situation from which I could not extricate myself. Briefly about myself: I am 28 years old, my husband is 27, we are raising a wonderful son of three years. I grew up in a Ukrainian village, my parents are in good standing there, however, for five years now they have been going to Russia to work. I have been married for four years, but this is not marriage, but hell! When we met, everything was like a fairy tale: every day flowers, soft toys, kisses until the morning! Then, as always, young people succeed in flying. But my dear was not frightened and said: give birth. My husband goes on flights, he is a sailor, he earns good money. And now it's time to get acquainted with his would-be parents. They didn't like me at once, they say, a provincial. His parents have been divorced for twenty years, but they communicate with each other. His father never loved his children and was shy: they lived poorly and badly after the divorce, but his son did well: he got a job as a gigolo with a young rich girl. My parents paid for the wedding, they also rented an apartment for six months, and his parents just shouted throughout the town that they had arranged for us a gorgeous wedding. I went on vacation with my husband, he had to return to the sea, and he did not want to leave me alone for a long time in a rented apartment. I moved to my mother-in-law, and then I knew all the torments of hell: she hid food from me, closed the washing machine in the closet so that I could wash it by hand, turn on the music at full volume, push and so on. It's time to give birth, I went at night myself, without waking anyone up, and in the morning, lying with the baby in the ward, I heard on the phone how bad I am that I did not close the vestibule (I have no keys to it). I spent three days in the hospital, no one came. My mother could not get there, because it was January and the roads were heavily covered with snow. True, a godfather came to the discharge with flowers and took me. We returned home, and there the holiday is in full swing! Drunk people I don't know rushed to bathe my son. And we also experienced this. The husband returned six months later, the baby was three months old. We were just then living in the village with my mother: she came on vacation and took us. My husband and I returned to the hell from which I had just fled. Difficulties have already begun in our relationship. True, he helped a lot with the baby: he washed diapers and warmed porridge, they did not know problems with money, since he earned good money. And then the pressure from the mother-in-law began to give her $ 200 a month for utilities. In a three-room apartment lived a mother-in-law, me with a child, my husband and his older brother, who in his 30s did not work anywhere and sat at the computer for days. My husband correctly said that we would pay everything equally, so she got mad and kicked me and the baby out into the street, so I had to rent an apartment. For two years they did not communicate with her at all, and then she called and said that she was in the hospital. We immediately broke off and drove off. She had a breast tumor, but nothing happened. We paid for the operation and the postoperative period, she was discharged, my husband began to visit his mother often. And then I noticed that he, as he stayed with her, came drunk, aggressive. He began to reproach me that it was I who brought his mother to the operation (I wonder how?). Before that he drank very rarely - he valued his career, and now for a long time he has turned into an alcoholic, an aggressive tyrant, raises his hand to me, shouts that I am a kept woman and a beggar (these are the words of his mother). Yesterday I came back drunk again, now I am sitting all in gold, like a Christmas tree, and with a black eye.

02.06.2016 0 1982

When this old man died in a nursing home in a small Australian town, everyone believed that he passed away without leaving any valuable trace in it. Later, when the nurses were taking apart his meager belongings, they discovered this poem. Its meaning and content impressed the staff so much that copies of the poem were quickly distributed to all hospital employees. One nurse took a copy to Melbourne ... The old man's only will has since appeared in Christmas magazines across the country, as well as in psychology magazines. And this old man, who passed away as a beggar in a God-forsaken town in Australia, struck people all over the world with the depth of his soul.
Entering to wake me up in the morning,
Who do you see, nurse?
The old man is capricious, out of habit
Still living somehow
Half blind, half fool
"Living" just right to put in quotes.
He does not hear - you need to strain,
Wastes grub in vain.
Mumbling all the time - no, I can't go with him.
Well, as long as you can, shut up!
He knocked over the plate on the floor.
Where are the shoes? Where is the second sock?
The last fucking hero.
Get out of bed! So that you disappear ...
Sister! Look into my eyes!
Be able to see what ...
Behind this weakness and pain
For a life lived, big.
Behind a blazer battered by moths
Behind the flabby skin, "behind the soul."
Beyond the present day
Try to see ME ...
... I'm a boy! Fidget dear
Cheerful, slightly mischievous.
I'm scared. I'm about five years old,
And the carousel is so high!
But now father and mother are near,
I glare at them.
And although my fear is indestructible
I know for sure that we love ...
... Now I'm sixteen, I'm on fire!
I'm soaring in the clouds with my soul!
I dream, I am glad, I am sad,
I'm young, I'm looking for love ...
... And here it is, my happy moment!
I'm twenty-eight. I'm the groom!
I walk with love to the altar
And again I burn, I burn, I burn ...
... I'm thirty-five, a family is growing,
We already have sons
Own house, farm. And wife
My daughter is about to give birth to ...
... And life flies, flies forward!
I'm forty-five - a cycle!
And the children are growing by leaps and bounds.
Toys, school, institute ...
Everything! Flew out of the nest
And scattered in all directions!
The run of heavenly bodies is slowed down,
Our cozy house is empty ...
... But we are together with my beloved!
We lay down together and get up.
She doesn't let me be sad.
And life flies forward again ...
... Now I am sixty.
The children in the house are wailing again!
Have grandchildren a merry round dance.
Oh, how happy we are! But here...
... Faded suddenly. Sun light.
My beloved is no more!
Happiness also has a chapel ...
I turned gray in a week
Has grown haggard, soul has wilted
And I felt that I was an old man ...
... Now I live without fancy,
I live for my grandchildren and children.
My world is with me, but every day
Less, less light in him ...
Shrugging the cross of old age on your shoulders,
Delirium is tired of going nowhere.
The heart was covered with a crust of ice.
And time does not heal my pain.
Oh Lord, how long life is
When she is not happy ...
... But you have to come to terms with this.
Nothing is eternal under the Moon.
And you, bending over me,
Open your eyes, sister.
I'm not a capricious old man, no!
Beloved husband, father and grandfather ...
... and the boy is small, hitherto
In the glow of a sunny day
Flying into the distance on a carousel ...
Try to see ME ...
And maybe, grieving for me, you will find YOURSELF!
Think about this poem the next time you meet the old
man! And think that sooner or later you will also be like him or her! The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be
see or touch. They should be felt in the heart!

29.05.2016 0 1799

A successful hunt the other day, I easily found the lair of the wolves. I immediately shot the she-wolf with a shot, my dog killed two of her puppies. He was already boasting to his wife of his prey, when a wolf howl was heard in the distance, but this time it was somehow unusual. He was saturated with grief and longing.
And in the morning of the next day, although I was sleeping quite soundly, the noise at the house woke me up, I ran out in what I was out the door. A wild picture appeared to my eyes: at my house, there was a huge wolf. The dog was on a chain, and the chain did not reach, and, probably, he could not help. And next to him, my daughter stood and played merrily with his tail.
At that moment I could do nothing to help, and she did not understand what was in danger. We met the eyes of the wolf. "The head of the toy family" - I immediately understood. And he only whispered with his lips: "Don't touch your daughter, kill better than me."
My eyes filled with tears, and my daughter asked: "Dad, what's wrong with you?" Leaving the wolf's tail, she immediately ran up. He pulled her to him with one hand. And the wolf left, leaving us alone. And he did not harm either his daughter or me, For the pain and grief I caused him, for the death of his she-wolf and children.
He took revenge. But he took revenge without blood. He showed that he is stronger than people. He conveyed his feeling of pain to me. And he made it clear that I killed the children ...

09.05.2016 0 1474

This letter from father to son was written by Livingston Larned almost 100 years ago, but it touches the hearts of people to this day. It became popular after it was published in his book by Dale Carnegie.
“Listen, son. I say these words when you sleep; your little hand is under your cheek, and curly blond hair is stuck together on your damp forehead. I sneaked into your room alone. A few minutes ago, as I was sitting in the library reading the newspaper, a heavy wave of remorse swept over me. I came to your bed with a sense of my guilt.
This is what I was thinking, son: I ripped my bad mood on you. I scolded you when you were dressing to go to school since you only touched your face with a wet towel. I scolded you for not cleaning your shoes. I screamed at you angrily when you threw some of your clothes on the floor.
I was picking on you at breakfast too. You spilled your tea. You gulped your food greedily. You put your elbows on the table. You butter your bread too thick. And then, when you went to play, and I was in a hurry for the train, you turned around, waved your hand and shouted: "Goodbye, dad!" - I knitted my brows and replied: "Straighten your shoulders!"
Then, at the end of the day, it all started again. Walking home, I noticed you playing balls on your knees. There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you in front of your comrades by forcing you to go home in front of me. Stockings are expensive - and if you had to buy them with your own money, you would be more accurate! Imagine, son, what your father was saying!
Do you remember how you then entered the library where I was reading - timidly, with pain in your eyes? When I glanced at you over the top of the newspaper, annoyed at being interrupted, you hesitated at the door. "What do you need?" I asked sharply.
You didn’t answer, but impulsively rushed to me, hugged me by the neck and kissed me. Your hands squeezed me with the love that God put into your heart and which even my disdain could not dry out. And then you left, sperm with your legs, up the stairs.
So, son, soon after that the newspaper slipped out of my hands and I was seized by a terrible, sickening fear. What has habit done to me? The habit of nagging, scolding - that was my reward for being a little boy. It cannot be said that I did not love you, the whole point is that I expected too much from my youth and measured you by the yardstick of my own years.
And in your character there is so much healthy, beautiful and sincere. Your little heart is as big as the dawn over the distant hills. This manifested itself in your spontaneous impulse when you rushed to me to kiss me before going to bed. Nothing else matters today, son.
I came to your bed in the dark and, ashamed, knelt before you! This is a weak atonement. I know you would not understand these things if I told you all this when you woke up. But tomorrow I will be a real father! I will be friends with you, suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I'll bite my tongue when the irritated word is about to come off it. I will constantly repeat like a spell: "He's only a boy, a little boy!"
I'm afraid I saw you in my mind as a grown man. However, now, when I see you, son, cringing wearily in the crib, I understand that you are still a child. Yesterday you were in your mother's arms and your head lay on her shoulder. I asked too much, too much. "

Phone call. 2am.

- Hey. I love you.

- Hi (smiles).

- How are you without me? Sorry it's so late ...

- Never mind. Leshka, I missed you so much, when will you arrive?

- The sun, just a little bit left, just a couple of hours and I'm at home. Let's talk, otherwise I've been driving for 10 hours already, I'm tired, I have no strength, but your voice invigorates me and gives me strength.

- Of course, let's talk. Could you tell me how your business trip ended? Cheated on me, probably (smiles)?

- Lyubanya, how can you joke like that, I love you so much that I don't even look at anyone. And at work I managed to do a lot. I am sure that after all this, at least my salary will be raised. Here. And how do you feel? Is our baby pushing?

- Pushing ... it is little said, I do not understand what I did to him. And, you know, usually, when I hear your voice, it is calmness itself, but now something on the contrary has spread. Why did you decide to go into the night? I would have rested, but I was driving, otherwise ... Here's how you left, tell me.

- Well, how, how: after the last negotiations, I got into the car, drove into the hotel to get my things and moved towards the house. Somewhere in the second half of the journey, an hour and a half ago, don't worry, I passed out, but literally for a couple of seconds. Everything is fine, thank God, but feeling tired again, I decided to call you so as not to fall asleep anymore.

- So how can I not worry? Wait a second, the city is calling. At a time like this, who could it be? Wait a second.

- Sotnikova Love?

- Yes. Who is this?

- Senior Sergeant Klimov. Sorry it's so late, we found a car that had an accident. According to the documents, the person inside is Aleksey Valerievich Sotnikov. Is this your husband?

- Yes. But this cannot be, I am talking to him on my cell right now.

- Ale, Lesha. Lyosha, answer! They tell me that you crashed. Hello! In response, only a slightly audible hiss of the speaker.

- Hello. Sorry, but I really just spoke to him.

- Sorry, but this is not possible. The honey expert stated that death occurred about an hour and a half ago. I'm sorry. Sorry, we need you to come for an identification. How much you need to love and want to return home so as not to notice death ...

Every April 15, she and her son come to him at the cemetery. Alyoshka is an exact copy of his father. And he often says, "Hi, I love you," was his dad's favorite expression. He knows that his parents loved each other very much, he knows that his parents were really looking forward to his appearance, he loves them very much. And also, every time he comes to the cemetery with his mother, he comes up to the stove, hugs her as much as he can and says: “Hello, dad” and begins to tell how he is doing, how he built a house out of blocks, how he drew a cat, how he hammered his the first goal, how he loves and helps his mother. Lyuba constantly, looking at her son, smiles and tears run down her cheek ... A young handsome guy smiles from a gray tombstone, as before. He will always be 23 years old. Thanks to the master who even conveyed the expression of his beloved eyes. Below she asked to make an inscription: "You are gone forever, but not from my heart ..." His cell phone was never found at the scene of the accident and she expects that someday he will definitely call her again ..

A real story about love from life is far from always cheerful, optimistic and with a happy ending, as many think, and often sad to tears. It can be filled with regrets about the unfulfilled, about what is impossible to return.

Nature pleased with the last warm autumn days. I was sitting on a park bench, smoking cigarette after cigarette and looking sadly into the distance. When you are almost 50, you no longer want noisy companies, no alcohol, or dubious painted girls who look only into your wallet. I want simple human warmth, love, care ... But I myself have missed my happiness.

From my distant gloomy thoughts, a bright blue ball that fell near my feet brought me out. Looking up, I saw its owner - a blue-eyed girl of about 6 years old, who ran up to get the toy, smiled at me and, after a little hesitation, said: "Uncle, please give me a ball ...". I handed the toy to the child and caught myself thinking that the look of these sincere eyes of the color of the sky is so similar to the eyes of the one I once loved.

Lena ... Lena, my dear, what an idiot I was. I've ruined your life and maimed mine. All these thoughts flashed through my head in a split second. The girl said "thank you" and ran off to the man and woman, holding hands and talking merrily. Probably her parent, I thought. And the woman looked so much like Elena ... But Lenochka and I could have such a baby, ”I sighed aloud, and a bitter tear rolled down my long unshaven cheek.

For the first time I saw Lena in Yalta on the seashore, when I came to Crimea to take a break from worries and have fun with my 35th birthday. Then I decided to wake up early and still meet the dawn, as soon I had to go home to dusty and stuffy Moscow. For all two weeks of my stay in Crimea, I couldn't do it. After sitting in a bar in the company of beauties, I returned to the hotel room after three nights and often not alone. What a dawn here ...

So, when I came to an almost deserted beach, sleepy and yawning, she was attracted to my attention - a girl of about 20 with golden hair sparkling in the light of the rising sun, slender, in a light blue dress the color of the sea and a snow-white hat. She sat by the water's edge with an album in her hands and made a sketch of a seascape. , there was so much simplicity and naivety in her movements that I could not help staring at this painting angel. She was the complete opposite of those young ladies with whom I was used to spending time, brightly made up girls with curvaceous forms and cheeky manners. All I needed from them was sex, often I didn't even remember their names.

And her face, breathing simplicity and attractiveness, charmed me for several minutes and turned my head. I don’t know, or I would have met her myself, but just an opportunity turned up. Suddenly a wind blew, tore off the girl's hat and carried it into the sea. She sighed, but did not catch up. Apparently, she was afraid of strong waves or did not know how to swim at all. I rushed into the water, quickly took out my hat and handed it to its owner. The girl smiled, thanked me, and our conversation from a few phrases turned into a long conversation about everything in the world.

We came to our senses only when the sun began to mercilessly give us its hot rays. It was time to hide in the shadows. We exchanged phone numbers and decided to take a walk in the evening to meet the sunset together. We spent the rest of my vacation walking by the sea, sailing on a boat, eating ice cream, hugging and kissing. I haven't had such a romance for a long time.

Fortunately, she also lived in Moscow. Although, or rather, unfortunately. After all, if we had dispersed to different cities, then our relationship in the stream of endless routine would most likely be forgotten or would be perceived as just a summer memory filled with happiness. However, when we returned to Moscow, our meetings continued. Lena was not like all the other girls. Kind, soft, open, sincere, she was like a breath of fresh air for me. But even at 35, I was not ready for a long and serious relationship. Overdressed beauties spoiled me and blackened my soul with lust and debauchery. If I ever had one. Unlikely.

And when one day, on a cold, dank autumn day, Helen came to me, agitated, bewildered and with trembling lips told me that she was pregnant by me, I was really cowardly and offered to give her money for an abortion. I assured that we will always be together, but I am not ready for a child. When she heard this, her eyes turned from sky-blue to cloudy gray from tears, and she, like a bird with clipped wings, flew out the barely closed door. For the first time, I got angry with her and did not catch up. "Here is a fool" - I thought, "Well, well, she will come back, where will she go."

And she didn’t come back. Not that day, not the next. I tried to call her, but the phone was turned off. The doors of her small apartment on the outskirts of the capital greeted me with a locked lock and cold aloofness.

Having burned a little, I began to forget my blue-eyed miracle. Work, friends, casual young ladies flooded my life again. Everything returned to normal. And I remembered Lena only sometimes and immediately drove away thoughts of her from me.

Days, months, years passed. Once I went to the cemetery to put flowers on the grave of a comrade who died in a car accident. Passing the monuments, I saw a face with painfully familiar features, painted on a granite slab. It was she, Lena. I froze in place. Sometimes when I thought about her, I thought that she was probably married and happy with someone. Having come to my senses a little, I began to peer at the date of death and with horror realized that from the moment of our last meeting, when she ran away from me with tears, about 8 months had passed ...

I began to make inquiries about her. Fortunately, connections and acquaintances allowed. It turns out she died in childbirth. The child did not survive either.

Elena, Lena, Lenochka ... you could become the meaning of my life, my happiness. But I lost everything. Fool, what a fool I am!

This fleeting meeting with a girl in the park awakened in me all my hard-muffled emotions and feelings. I realized that I had lived my life in vain, wasting precious days on dubious pleasure and entertainment.

After sitting on the bench for a little more, looking after the friendly and happy family, I wandered home. To an empty apartment in the center of the capital, where no one is waiting for me, and will never wait.

If you have your own interesting story about love from the life of your friends, write to me, I will definitely publish it.

These 55 tiny stories shared by blog readers about the reason for their joy today fill hearts with warmth and hope. They will help you smile, or maybe cry with joy for others, reports Day.Az with reference to fit4brain.

Today, when I was asleep, my daughter woke me up and called me by name. I was sleeping on a couch chair in her hospital room, and when I opened my eyes, I saw her smile. My daughter has been in a coma for 98 days.
Today my mother passed away after a long battle with cancer. My best friend, who lives 3000 km from me, called to somehow console me. "What would you do if I showed up at your place and hugged you tightly?" he asked me. "I would definitely smile," I replied. And then he rang the doorbell.
Today my 75-year-old grandfather, who has been blind from cataracts for almost 15 years, told me: "Your grandmother is the most beautiful woman, isn't she?" I thought for a second and said: "Yes, it is. You probably miss contemplating her beauty every day." "Darling," said the grandfather. - I see this beauty every day. And now it's even better than when we were young. "
Today I took my daughter to the altar. Ten years ago, I pulled a 14-year-old boy out of his mom's SUV on fire after a car accident. The doctors said he would never be able to walk again. My daughter visited him in the hospital with me several times. Then she began to come herself. Today, defying fate and with a big smile, he put the ring at the altar on my daughter's toe, standing firmly on his feet.
Today I went to the door of my store (I am a florist) at 7 am and saw a soldier next to me. He was heading to the airport to serve in Afghanistan for a year. He said, "I brought home a bouquet of flowers for my wife every Friday, and I don't want it to stop when I'm away." He then placed an order for 52 flower deliveries to his wife's office every Friday afternoon until he returned. I gave him a 50% discount - this kind of love filled my whole day with light.
Today I told my 18-year-old grandson that no one invited me to graduation when I was finishing school, so I didn’t go. He showed up at my house this evening, dressed in a suit and took him to his prom as a girlfriend.
Today, when she woke up from an 11-month coma, she kissed me and said: "Thank you for being here, for all these beautiful stories, for believing in me ... And yes, I will marry you." ...
Today I was sitting in the park eating my sandwich for lunch when I saw a car with an elderly couple drive up to an old oak tree nearby. His windows dropped and the sounds of good jazz were heard. Then the man got out of the car, helped his companion get out, took her a few meters away from the car and for the next half hour they danced under an old oak tree to the sound of beautiful melodies.
Today I operated on a little girl. She needed the first blood group. We didn't have one, but her twin brother has the same group. I explained to him that it was a matter of life and death. He thought for a moment and then said goodbye to his parents. I didn't pay attention to it until we took blood and he asked, "So when will I die?" He thought he was giving his life for her. Luckily they are both fine now.
Today my dad is the best dad you can dream of. He is my mother's loving husband (always makes her laugh), he has been to every one of my football matches since I was 5 (I'm 17 now), and he provides for our entire family by working as a construction foreman. This morning, as I searched my father's toolbox for pliers, I found dirty folded paper at the bottom. It was an old journal entry written by my father exactly one month before the day I was born. It read: "I'm eighteen years old, an alcoholic kicked out of college, an unfortunate suicide victim, child abuse and car theft crime. And next month there will be a teenage father on the list. But I am." I swear that I will do everything the way it needs for my baby. I will be the father I never had. " And I don't know how he did it, but he did it.
Today my 8 year old son hugged me and said, "You are the best mom in the world." I smiled and asked sarcastically, "How do you know? You haven't seen all the mothers in the world." But the son in response to this hugged me even tighter and said: "I saw. My world is you."
Today I was seeing an elderly patient with severe Alzheimer's disease. He can rarely remember his own name and often forgets where he is and what he said a minute earlier. But by some miracle (and I think this miracle is called love), every time his wife comes to visit him, he remembers who she is and greets her with the words "Hello, my beautiful Kate."
Today my Labrador is 21 years old. He can barely get up, he can hardly see or hear anything, and he doesn’t even have the strength to bark. But every time I walk into the room, he wags his tail happily.
Today is our 10th anniversary, but since my husband and I recently lost our jobs, we agreed not to spend money on gifts. When I woke up this morning, my husband was already in the kitchen. I went downstairs and saw beautiful wild flowers all over the house. There were at least 400 of them, and he really didn't spend a dime.
My 88 year old grandmother and her 17 year old cat are blind. A guide dog helps my grandmother to move around the house, which is natural and normal. Recently, however, the dog began to drive around the house and the cat. When the cat meows, the dog comes up and rubs his nose against it. Then the cat gets up and starts walking after the dog - to the stern, to the "toilet", to the chair in which she likes to sleep.
Today I saw with horror through the kitchen window my 2-year-old daughter slipped and fell into the pool. But before I could get to her, our Retriever Rex jumped after her, grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and pulled her onto the steps where she could stand on her own.
Today my older brother donated his bone marrow for the 16th time to help me with cancer treatment. He communicated directly with the doctor, and I did not even know about it. And today my doctor told me that the treatment seems to be working: "The number of cancer cells has dropped dramatically in the last few months."
Today I was driving home with my grandfather, when he suddenly made a U-turn and said: "I forgot to buy a bouquet of flowers for my grandmother. We will stop by the florist on the corner. It will only take a second." “What's so special today that you have to buy her flowers?” I asked. “Nothing special,” Grandpa said. - Every day is special. Your grandmother loves flowers. They make her smile. "
Today I reread the suicide letter I wrote on September 2, 1996, two minutes before my girlfriend knocked on the door and said "I'm pregnant." Suddenly I felt that I wanted to live again. Today she is my beloved wife. And my daughter, who is already 15 years old, has two younger brothers. From time to time I reread this letter from my death to remind myself how grateful I am - I have a second chance to live and love.
Today, like every day for the past two months since I returned from the hospital with burn scars on my face (I spent almost a month there after the fire in which our house burned down), I found a red rose attached to my school locker. I don't know who comes to school every day in advance and leaves me these roses. I even tried a couple of times to come early myself and find this person - but each time the rose was already in place.
Today was the 10th anniversary of my father's death. When I was little, he often hummed me a short melody before going to bed. When I was 18 and he was in a hospital ward, fighting cancer, I was already humming it to him. Since then, I have never heard it, until today my fiance began humming it to himself. It turned out that his mother also sang it to him when he was a child.
Today in my deaf and dumb language teaching class, a woman who has lost her vocal cords due to cancer has appeared. Her husband, four children, two sisters, brother, mother, father and twelve close friends signed up with me with her to be able to communicate with her after she lost the ability to speak aloud.
Today my 11-year-old son is fluent in sign language because his friend Josh, with whom they grew up since infancy, is deaf. I am pleased to see how their friendship grows stronger every year.
Today, due to Alzheimer's and senile dementia, my grandfather no longer always recognizes his wife when he wakes up in the morning. This worried my grandmother a year ago when it first happened, but now she fully supports him. She even plays with him every morning, trying to get him to propose to her again before dinner. And she has never lost.
Today my father died of natural causes at the age of 92. I found his body resting peacefully in a chair in my room. On my knees lay three 8x10 framed photographs - these were photographs of my mother, who had died 10 years ago. She was the love of his whole life, and, apparently, before he died, he wanted to see her again.
Today I am the proud mother of a 17-year-old blind boy. Although my son was born blind, this did not prevent him from studying perfectly, becoming a guitarist (the first album of his group has already exceeded 25,000 downloads on the network) and a great guy for his girlfriend Valerie. Today his younger sister asked what he loves most about Valerie, and he replied: "Everything. She is beautiful."
Today I was serving an elderly couple in a restaurant. They looked at each other so that it was immediately evident that they loved each other. When the man mentioned that they were celebrating their anniversary, I smiled and said: "Let me guess. You have been together for many, many years." They smiled and the woman said, "Actually, no. Today is our fifth anniversary. We both survived our spouses, but fate gave us another chance to love."
Today my dad found my little sister - alive, chained to the wall in the barn. She was abducted near Mexico City five months ago. The authorities stopped looking for her two weeks after her disappearance. My mother and I have come to terms with her death - we buried her last month. All our family and her friends came to the funeral. Everyone except her father - he was the only one who continued to look for her. "I love her too much to give up," he said. And now she is at home - because he really didn’t give up.
Today my sister and I were in a car accident. At school, my sister is Miss Pop. She knows everyone and everyone knows her. Well, I'm a bit of an introvert - I always talk to the same two girls. My sister immediately posted on Facebook about the accident. And while all her friends were leaving comments, two of my friends showed up at the scene of the accident even before the ambulance arrived.
Today my fiancé returned from an army trip overseas. But yesterday he was just my boyfriend, I thought. Almost a year ago, he sent me a package, which he asked not to open until he returned home two weeks later - but then his business trip was extended for another 11 months. Today, when he returned home, he asked me to open the package. And when I took out a beautiful ring from her, he knelt in front of me on one knee.
Today in one jazz club in San Francisco I saw two people who are madly attracted to each other. The woman was a dwarf, and the man was two meters tall. After a few cocktails, they walked out onto the dance floor. To dance a slow dance with her, the man knelt down.
Today I found in our papers an old diary of my mother, which she kept in high school. It listed a list of qualities that she hoped to ever find in her boyfriend. This list is almost an accurate description of my father, and my mother only met him when she was 27.
Today in the school chemistry lab, my partner was one of the most beautiful (and popular) girls in the entire school. And although I had not even dared to speak to her before, she turned out to be very simple and sweet. In class we chatted, laughed, and in the end we still got an A (she turned out to be also smart). After that, we began to communicate outside the classroom. Last week, when I found out that she had not yet chosen with whom to go to the school ball, I wanted to invite her, but again I didn’t have the heart. And today, during lunchtime in a cafe, she ran up to me and asked if I would like to invite her. So I did, and she kissed me on the cheek and said: "Yes!"
Today, on our 10th birthday, my wife handed me the suicide note she wrote when she was 22, the very day we met. And she said: “All these years I didn’t want you to know how stupid and impulsive I was then. But even though you didn’t know it, you saved me. Thank you.”
Today my grandfather has an old photo from the 60s on his nightstand, in which he and grandmother are laughing merrily at a party. My grandmother died of cancer in 1999 when I was 7. Today I looked into his house and my grandfather saw me looking at this photo. He came up to me, hugged me and said: "Remember - if something does not last forever, it does not mean that it is not worth it."
Today I tried to explain to my two daughters 4 and 6 years old that we will have to move from our house with four bedrooms to an apartment with only two until I find a new well-paid job. The daughters looked at each other for a moment, and then the younger one asked: "Will we all move there together?" “Yes,” I replied. “Well, then there’s nothing wrong with that,” she said.
I am a mother of 2 children and a grandmother of 4 grandchildren. At 17, I became pregnant with twins. When my boyfriend and friends found out that I was not going to have an abortion, everyone turned their backs on me. But I didn't give up. Without leaving school, I got a job, graduated from college and there I met a guy who has been loving my children for 50 years as if they were his own.
Today, on my 29th birthday, I returned home from the 4th and last army duty abroad. A little girl who lives next door to my parents (who, to be honest, is not at all small - she is now 22), met me at the airport with a beautiful long rose, a bottle of my favorite vodka, and then invited me on a date.
Today my daughter accepted her boyfriend's offer. He is 3 years older than her. They started dating when she was 14 and he was 17. I really did not like this age difference then. When he turned 18, the week before she turned 15, my husband insisted that they end the relationship. They remained friends, but met other people. But now, when she is 24, and he is 27, I have not yet seen a couple who would be so in love with each other.
When I found out today that my mother had the flu, I went to the supermarket to buy her canned soup. I bumped into my father there, in whose cart were 5 cans of soup, cold remedies, napkins, tampons, 4 DVDs of romantic comedies and a bouquet of flowers. My dad made me smile.
Today I was sitting on the balcony of the hotel and saw a couple in love walking on the beach. Their body language showed that they were truly enjoying each other's company. When they got closer, I realized that they were my parents. And 8 years ago they almost got divorced.
Today I am only 17, but with my boyfriend, Jake, we have been dating for 3 years. Yesterday we spent the night together for the first time. But we didn’t do this either earlier or that night. We baked cookies, watched two comedies, laughed, played Xbox, and fell asleep hugging each other. Despite my parents' warnings, he turned out to be a real gentleman and the best guy ever.
Today, when I knocked on my wheelchair and told my husband, "You know, you are the only reason I would like to get rid of this thing," he kissed my forehead and replied, "Honey, I don't even notice it."
Today my grandparents, who were already over ninety and who lived together for 72 years, both died in their sleep, about an hour apart.
Today my father came to my house - for the first time in six months since the day I told him that I was gay. When I opened the doors, he hugged me with tears in his eyes and said, "I'm sorry Jason. I love you."
Today my 6-year-old autistic sister spoke her first word - my name.
Today, at the age of 72, 15 years after the death of my grandfather, my grandmother is getting married again. I am 17 years old, and in all my life I have never seen her so happy. How inspiring it is to see people at this age, so in love with each other. It's never too late.
On this day, almost 10 years ago, I stopped at an intersection and another car crashed into me. His driver was a student at the University of Florida - like me. He apologized cordially. While we were waiting for the police and the tow truck, we got into conversation and soon, without holding back, laughed at each other's jokes. We exchanged numbers, and the rest is history. We recently celebrated our 8th anniversary.
Today, after 2 years of separation, my ex-wife and I finally straightened out our differences and decided to meet for dinner. We chatted and laughed for 4 hours. And before leaving, she gave me a large, plump envelope. It contained 20 love letters that she wrote over these two years. And on the envelope was a sticker that read "Letters Not Sent Because of My Stubbornness."
Today I had an accident that left a deep wound on my forehead. The doctor wrapped a bandage around his head and ordered him not to take it off for a whole week, which made me very sad. Two minutes ago, my younger brother came into my room with the same bandage on his head. Mom said that he insisted on this so that I would not feel lonely.
Today, when my 91-year-old grandfather (military doctor, war hero and successful businessman) was lying in a hospital bed, I asked him what he considered his greatest achievement. He turned to his grandmother, took her hand and said: "The fact that I have grown old with her."
Today my blind friend described to me in vivid detail how beautiful his new girlfriend is.
Today, as I watched my 75-year-old grandparents in the kitchen have fun and laugh at each other's jokes, I realized that I was able to see for a short moment what true love is. I hope someday I will be able to find it.
On this day, exactly 20 years ago, I risked my life to save a woman who was being carried away by the swift current of the Colorado River. This is how I met my wife - the love of my life.
Today, at our 50th wedding anniversary, she smiled at me and said, "I wish I had met you sooner."

“All this happened almost three years ago…. We applied to the registry office. We are me and Arsen (the best boy in the whole earth!). We decided to celebrate this case. Gathered a group of friends and went to the forest for a picnic. We were so happy in those seconds that intuition chose to remain silent about the tragic outcome of this whole story (so as not to upset us and spoil this "melody of a fairy tale").

I hate intuition! I hate it! Her tips would have saved the life of my beloved ... .. We drove, sang songs, smiled, cried with happiness .... An hour later, everything was cut short…. I woke up in a hospital room. The doctor was looking at me. His look was frightened and confused. Apparently, he did not expect that I would be able to come to my senses. After about five minutes I began to remember…. A truck crashed into us…. While I was remembering the details…. My voice diligently whispered the name of the groom…. I asked about his whereabouts, but everyone (without exception) was silent. As if they were keeping some unpleasant secret. I did not let the thought that something had happened to my kitten, so as not to go crazy.

He died ... .. Only one piece of news saved me from madness: I am pregnant and the child survived! I'm sure this is a gift from God. I will never forget my beloved! "

The second story from the life of love

“How long has it been…. What a romantic platitude! The Internet introduced us. He introduced, and reality separated. He gave me a ring, they were going to get married…. And then he left me. Quit without regret! How unfair and cruel it is! For two and a half years I lived with the dream that everything would come back .... But fate stubbornly resisted this.

I met with men to erase my beloved from memory. One of my boyfriends met me in the same town where my precious ex lived. I never thought that I would meet with him in this crowded metropolis. But what always happens is what we least expect…. We walked with my boyfriend, holding hands. We stopped at a traffic light, waiting for the green light. And he was standing on the other side of the road…. His new passion was next to him!

Pain and trembling pierced my entire body. Pierced right through! We met with gazes, diligently pretending that we are complete strangers. However, this look did not escape my boyfriend. Naturally, he bombarded me with questions and questions when we returned home (we lived with him). I told everything. Petya packed my suitcases and sent me home by train. I understand him…. And he probably understands me too. But only in its own way. Thanks to him for sending me home without scandals and bruises "as a keepsake".

There were two and a half hours left before the train left. I found my lover's number and called him. He immediately recognized me, but did not drop the pipe (I thought that this would be the case). He has arrived. We met at the station cafe. Then we walked around the square. My suitcase was waiting for me lonely at the station. I even forgot to take it to the storage room!

My ex and I sat down on a bench by the fountain and talked for a long time. I didn’t want to look at the clock, I didn’t want to hear the sound of the rail…. He kissed me! Yes! Kissed! Many times, passionately, greedily and tenderly…. I dreamed that this fairy tale would never end.

When my train was announced…. He took my hands and said the most bitter words: “Forgive me! You are very good! You are the best! But we cannot be together…. I will marry in two months…. Sorry for not wearing you! My fiancee is pregnant. And I can never leave her. Forgive me again! " Tears poured out of their own eyes. It seemed that my heart was crying bitterly.

I don't remember how I ended up in the carriage. I don’t remember how I got there…. It seemed to me that I no longer live .... And the ring, presented to them, glittered treacherously on the finger…. Its shine was very similar to the tears that I shed during those days….

A year has passed. I could not resist and looked at his page "Vkontakte". He was already married…. He was already called dad….

“Daddy” and “happy husband” was and remains my best memory and the best stranger…. And his kisses burn my lips to this day. Do I want to repeat the moments of the fairy tale? Now there is no. I won't let the best person become a traitor! I will enjoy the fact that he was once in my life. "

The third story about sad things, about love from life

"Hello! It all started so great, so romantic…. I found him on the Internet, met him, fell in love with each other…. Movie, right? Only, probably, without a happy ending.

We hardly met. Somehow they quickly began to live together. I loved living together. Everything was beautiful, like in paradise. And it came to the engagement. There are several months left before the wedding…. And the beloved has changed. He started yelling at me, calling me names, insulting me. He had never allowed himself this before. I can’t believe it’s him…. Dear apologized, of course, but I have very few of his apologies. It would be enough if it did not happen again! But something "found" something for the beloved and the whole story repeated itself over and over again. You can't imagine how it hurts me now! I love him to the point of utter madness! I love so much that I hate myself for the power of love. I stand at a strange crossroads…. One path leads me to the end of the relationship. Another (in spite of everything) - in the registry office. What naivety! I myself understand that people do not change. This means that my "ideal man" will not change either. But how can I live without him if he is my whole life? ..

Recently I told him: "my love, you spend very little time on me, for some reason." He did not let me finish. He began to freak out and shout at me loudly. It somehow alienated us even further. No, I am not inventing any tragedy here! I just deserve attention, and he does not let go of the laptop. He leaves his "toy" only when something intimate "pecks" between us. But I don’t want our relationship to be exclusively about sex!

I live, but I feel how my soul is dying. My dear (dearest) person does not notice this. I will not think that he does not want to notice, otherwise bitter tears will shed. Vain tears that cannot help me in any way .... ".

Sad stories about Love are taken from real life. ... ...

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