• phanto@lemmy.ca
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    4 hours ago

    Calgary Shawarma. I don’t know his name, but my grandfather was sick and I was stuck at work (working on a phone line repair at the auto shop next door.) Dead of winter, miserable cold. Then my mom calls: Grandpa died. Shawarma guy overheard this, I’m sitting in my van crying. Knock on my window. Guy hands me a Shawarma. “Boss, you should come in to my shop, have some food, get warm. No charge.” He sat and listened to my grandpa stories until I had it together and could go back to finish my job.

    Seriously, total stranger, and he was there for me on one of my worst days, and I’ll never forget.

    • The_v@lemmy.world
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      1 hour ago

      I was 20 years old absolutely broke, living in a rundown flat in Longsight, Manchester during the gang wars, when my funding for university got fucked up.

      He saw me sitting at the bus stop outside his shop looking at few pence I had left in my hand while looking at the food. I had only eaten 1 meal that week and had shed 20lbs that month (I was slightly underweight to start with). Before then I had been there 3-4 times per week.

      He came over gave me my normal order only twice the size and said to come back the next day for more. He kept me going for 2 months until I could get some financing straightened out.