I was just reading some of “the nicest things a stranger has ever done for you/you’ve ever done for a stranger” on reddit and therefore restoring my faith in some of humanity and it got me thinking:
at some point in high school, I think it was junior year, I woke up on a regular old dark-ass morning dreading the day ahead to a missed call and voicemail on my cell phone. I thought “who in the world would have called me—and left a voicemail in the middle of the night?!” hoping of course that it was my then love-interest, I checked it. It turned out to be a completely wrong number, but the man felt bad just hanging up and left me a short message: “Hello, this is not the number I meant to call but I didn’t want to just hang up. Hope you have a nice day!” And that was it. I don’t really know why, but his consideration just made me smile and made for a better start to my morning.