My late grandfather, a master storyteller who spun tales of buried treasure, left me a rather unexpected inheritance: a dusty old apiary. It felt like a cruel joke at first. Who would leave their grandchild a shack swarming with bees? My resentment lingered until the day I finally ventured into the beehives.
One typical morning, Aunt Daphne urged me to pack my bag for school, but I was too busy texting a friend about the upcoming dance and my crush, Scott. When she mentioned my grandfather’s dreams for me, my frustration grew. I had no interest in tending to his bees; I just wanted to enjoy my teenage life.
The next day, Aunt Daphne chastised me for my neglect, threatening to ground me. She insisted that caring for the apiary was part of my responsibility. Despite my protests, I reluctantly agreed to check on the hives. Donning protective gear, I opened the first hive, my heart racing. A bee stung my glove, and for a moment, I considered quitting. But a rush of determination took over, and I pressed on, hoping to show Aunt Daphne I could handle this.
While harvesting honey, I discovered a weathered plastic bag containing a faded map. Excited, I tucked it into my pocket and raced home to grab my bike. Following the map, I pedaled into the woods, recalling my grandfather’s stories that had once enchanted me.
I found myself in a clearing resembling a scene from one of his tales—the old gamekeeper’s house stood before me, decaying but still captivating. Memories flooded back of lazy afternoons spent there, listening to his stories. Touching the gnarled tree nearby, I recalled his playful warnings about the gnomes that supposedly lurked in the woods.
Inside the forgotten cabin, I uncovered a beautifully carved metal box. Inside was a note from Grandpa: “To my dear Robyn, this box contains a treasure for you, but do not open it until your journey’s true end” Though tempted, I knew I had to honor his wishes.
After exploring further, I realized I was lost and panic set in. Remembering Grandpa’s advice to stay calm, I pressed on, searching for a familiar path. Eventually, I stumbled upon the bridge he often spoke of, but it felt further away than I had hoped. Exhausted and disoriented, I collapsed beneath a tree, longing for home.
The next morning, determined to find my way, I recalled Grandpa’s lessons as I navigated through the wilderness. I found a river but was startled when I slipped into the icy water. Fighting against the current, I finally managed to cling to a log, eventually dragging myself to shore.
Soaked and trembling, I rummaged through my backpack, only to find stale crumbs. When I remembered Grandpa’s wisdom, I used healing leaves for my cuts and continued onward, drawn by the sound of rushing water. I finally reached the river again, but the water was treacherous. Desperate, I knelt to drink, but the current swept me away, and I found myself struggling against the powerful flow.
Determined not to give up, I let go of my backpack but clung to the metal box. With sheer will, I fought my way to the bank, finally escaping the icy grasp of the river. I needed shelter, so I built a makeshift one from branches under a sturdy oak tree.
The next morning, I set out once more, the metal box feeling like my only lifeline. Memories of fishing trips with Grandpa warmed me, urging me forward. When I finally spotted the bridge, hope surged within me. But the forest began to close in around me, confusion and despair threatening to overwhelm me. Just when I thought I couldn’t go on, I found a clearing and collapsed, utterly spent.
Then, I heard voices calling my name. I awoke in a hospital bed with Aunt Daphne by my side. Overcome with regret, I apologized for everything. She comforted me, reminding me of Grandpa’s unconditional love and how he always believed in me.
As she reached into her bag, my heart raced when I recognized the familiar blue wrapping paper. It was an Xbox, a gift from Grandpa, meant to be given only when I understood the value of hard work. I realized then that I had learned that lesson, and the desire for the gift faded.
In the following years, I grew into my responsibilities, embracing the lessons my grandfather imparted. Now, as a mother myself, I reflect on those moments with gratitude. The sweet honey from my bees serves as a cherished reminder of the bond I shared with Grandpa, a bond that continues to guide me.
Poor boy pays bus ticket for a woman and her baby – Later, the woman helps the boy
“The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway,” – Mother Teresa.
Have you ever noticed that those who don’t have much are the kindest people of all? Maybe it is like that because these people know the feeling of being helpless and they don’t want anyone else to ever feel that way.
This heartwarming story which was shared on AmoMama restores our faith in humanity. It reminds us that there are still good people out there and that no matter how small an act of kindness is, it always goes a long way.
A woman named Sandra Anderson found herself in trouble after marrying her husband and the father of her baby daughter Ava. He turned out to be abusive and made Sandra’s life a living hell.
Sandra’s mom warned her of the type of person her husband could be, but she decided to marry him anyway.
Unable to put up with the abuse any longer, Sandra took her baby and sought shelter at her friend Bethany’s place. She decided to stay there until she found the courage to tell her mother what had happened.
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Unfortunately, she received a call from the hospital and was informed that her mother had a heart attack. Panicked, Sandra wrapped Ava in a blanket and headed towards the bus. The weather was extremely cold and this poor mother couldn’t wait to get on board. However, once in, she realized she forgot her wallet and was unable to pay for the ride.
Sandra tried to explain to the driver that she was in a hurry and needed to get to the hospital as soon as possible, but he demanded she gets off the bus.
As desperate Sandra headed towards the bus’ door, she heard a voice saying, “I will pay for her fare! Please don’t tell them to leave.”
When she turned around, she noticed that the person who offered to pay for her ride was a young boy. She sat next to him and thanked him for his kindness. The boy introduced himself as Nicholas and explained how his mother always taught him that “if you have the means to help someone, you should always do so!” He went on to say that he was traveling home after visiting his ailing grandmother.
Sandra asked for his address because she wanted to thank Nicholas’ mother for raising such a caring boy.
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The following day, Sandra went to Nicholas’ house. However, once there, her heart broke into a million pieces. Nicholas and his mom lived in a crumbling two-room cottage. The mother looked extremely tired. It was obvious she worked hard in order to provide for her son, whose father left her after he learned she was carrying his baby.
Sandra went to her friend’s place and told her about Nicholas. She explained how she wanted to start a GoFundMe page in order to help them, and Bethany offered to share it on the social media where she had a huge number of followers.
To everyone’s surprise, the GoFundMe attracted the attention of many people and money started pouring in. Believe it or not, Sandra managed to raise over $1 million.
When she took the money to Nicholas and his mother, they couldn’t believe their eyes. That meant a new lease on life for them and the grandmother.
Never in a million years did the young boy believed his kind act would change his life for the better.
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