This is my Feel Good Story of the year.
Five months ago I badly injured my hand, and my whole arm had to be in a sling for several weeks. It was very painful and made the slightest task difficult to impossible.
One day I had to pick up some groceries. I was wandering around the supermarket with a handbasket, my painkiller was wearing off and I felt very down. I set my basket down to kneel down and get something off a bottom shelf (sod's law, it was at the back too), when I saw my basket being picked up out of the corner of my eye. I looked up and saw a little boy, he couldn't have been more than 6 or 7, holding my basket and smiling at me. He asked me if he could help me with my shopping.
The first thing I asked him was where his mother was - shame we now live in a world where we have to do that. He pointed up the aisle, and she was standing not far away. She nodded and smiled at me. I then asked him "Doesn't your mum need help with her shopping?"
"My mum hasn't got a busted arm," he replied. (If a studio audience had been watching this, this is where they would have gone "Aaaaawwwwww....." in unison.)
I thanked him for his offer, said I was managing OK, but asked if he could reach the item I wanted from the bottom shelf. This he did, and popped it in my basket. I let him accompany me down the aisle, getting things for me on the shelves he could reach. At the end of the aisle I thanked him, told him his parents should be proud of him for being such a good boy, and sent him back to his mother. I wanted to buy him a little toy or piece of candy as a reward, but you're not supposed to teach children to take treats from strangers. And I couldn't spot them again, to give the reward to his mum, when I reached the checkout.
There you have it, proof that chivalry isn't dead. I hope that little guy takes his kindness and good manners into adulthood.
Anyone have a similar story?