I was off work with stress a few years ago and a man I worked with texted me once a month to see how I was. We didn't have much in common, so I really didn't think he would and it really helped me.

A few years ago one of the trainers in the gym I was going to approached me after a set and told me I was very dedicated and that she saw me in the gym a lot. I thought that was really kind and made me feel good about myself in a difficult time.

When I was 18 I moved to a small apartment near my job, two cities over from where I had lived all my life. At that time I was very depressed, with absolutely no faith in humanity anymore, thinking that everyone was greedy and selfish. Then winter came and a coworker asked me if I had enough blankets to get by, offering to lend me some. I didn't need it, but the offer alone was enough to break me. At that point in my life I really didn't believe people were capable of doing even the smallest thing for others without getting something in return.