The kindness of strangers: Seven tales of totally unexpected benevolence, from our readers

My kindergartner, Stig, has a flower that he planted by the front stairs of our house that was sadly picked twice in a row by someone who was careless or mean or too young to know better.

It really broke his heart because each time it started to regrow, he’d watch its progress excitedly, only to come home and find it picked right after it bloomed. I was fuming with rage inside that anyone could be that mean-spirited, and that I would have to try to find a way to soothe him over something we couldn’t fix.

“Four hostile newspapers are more to be feared than a thousand bayonets...” ― Napoléon Bonaparte