Good People Doing Good Things — Bringing Joy From Sadness

I almost forgot to write a ‘good people’ post … since Monday was a holiday, Tuesday felt like Monday and I began working on a different post until looking at the calendar to plan the week’s meals and I realized that the week was further gone than I thought!  But no worries, for I’ve got plenty of good people just waiting to be recognized!

For lack of the right shoes …

Daverius Peters graduated from Hahnville High School in Boutte, Louisiana last month.  But he was almost kept from  getting to walk across the stage and collect his diploma.  Why?  His shoes.  Yes, you heard me right … somebody decided that no athletic shoes of any sort would be allowed, that young men graduating must wear ‘dark dress shoes’.  Trouble was, Daverius didn’t own any dark dress shoes, so he donned what he thought would be an acceptable substitute, clean black leather sneakers with a white sole.

Peters, 18, was wearing the mandatory purple cap and gown, but a school representative standing at the front door told him his shoe selection was wrong.

“She said my shoes violated the dress code and I couldn’t attend the ceremony unless I changed them.  I thought I could wear them because they’re black.  I was in shock. I felt humiliated. I just wanted to walk across the stage and get my diploma.”

Daverius spotted one of his teachers, John Butler who was attending the ceremony as a parent, for his own daughter was also graduating.  After Daverius explained the shoe situation, Butler attempted to talk some common sense to the lady guarding the door, but to no avail, so John Butler simply took off his own shoes and handed them to Daverius.  They weren’t black, but since they weren’t athletic shoes, they passed muster and Daverius Peters walked across that stage and got his diploma!  A simple thing that didn’t cost any money, but you know it meant the world to Daverius Peters!

Last minute before they close the doors to graduation. The young brother comes walking towards me in a panic. He’s like, Mr. John they won’t let me graduate because I don’t have the proper shoes for the dress code🤷🏾‍♂️ he says the lady down there said I can’t walk to get my diploma because of the shoes I’m wearing. In total disbelief I go down to confirm. And sure enough she tells me the same thing. So then it becomes a no brainer to me, a no more questions asked scenario. I gave him the shoes on my feet. Here’s the funny part tho… my shoes were 2 sizes bigger than his, so when his name was called, he had to slide his feet like Sleestak across the stage to receive his diploma😂😂😂 we had a good laugh.

Give this woman a hug!

Helen Jusic is 84-years-old and lives in Calgary, Canada.  Helen has always been a hands-on volunteer, volunteering at a local rehabilitation facility, but at the start of the pandemic in early 2020, her volunteer duties came to a screeching halt when the facility stopped allowing outside visitors. Now Helen is a people person and she felt lonely and isolated at home.

“I felt like a bird in a cage, and I thought, ‘What am I going to do?’”

One day when she was walking past a busy intersection, she waved at a bus driver who waved back at her. She then waved at people in a passing vehicle who waved back too.  And an idea was born.

Each afternoon around 3:30, she walks down the block from her Bridgeland home to the four-way stop at the corner of 12th Street and 1st Avenue N.E. to give a welcoming wave to drivers making their way home or navigating through the neighbourhood.  For about 90 minutes, Helen stands on the corner waving, smiling and giving virtual hugs to all those who pass by.  Here, see for yourself …

Regular passersby have gotten to know Jusic over the past year. Children shout out a personal hello to her, as they ride by in their parents’ vehicles. Motorists toot a greeting with their horns. And some have showered her with thank-you cards, chocolates, treats and flowers, for making their days a bit cheerier.

Like the first story, this act of kindness costs no money, but Helen Juvic is a good people in my book for she is bringing joy to so many people.  Thank you, Helen Juvic, for being a wonderful people!

Into the wild blue yonder

Malcolm Hanson’s wife had just been moved into a care home due to Alzheimer’s and Malcolm was so lonely, depressed, sad.  Enter the ‘good people’ in this story, Malcolm’s 12-year-old grandson, Harrison Gurney.

Harrison knew that his grandfather had loved Spitfires ever since he witnessed a ‘dog fight’ over his head involving one of the vintage aircrafts as a boy living in 1945 London during World War II, and Harrison knew that he had long dreamed of flying in one.  Harrison loves his grandpa so much, so he began writing letters to airfields and private Spitfire owners across the UK asking for help.

“It breaks my heart to see him so sad. I want him to smile again.”

Bosses at Goodwood Aerodrome in West Sussex were so touched that they offered to fly the two of them in the classic aircraft for only the cost of fuel.  Young Harrison managed to raise enough money to fuel his granddad’s surprise by doing chores around the house and offering to do garden work for other family members.

And finally, the big day came.  Last Friday, Mr. Hanson finally got to live out his fantasy of taking to the skies—and even got to take control of the aircraft.  Said Hanson …

“It was absolutely fantastic — it was the most amazing experience I have ever had. To have been allowed to take control on the Spitfire. The pilot did barrel rolls and some dives, it was great fun—a brilliant day out, all thanks to Harri.  While I was up there, I was thinking, ‘When am I going to do a barrel roll?’ and then I got to do one and even take control, turning left and right and up and down. It was a great feeling.”

Teaching him to be a good people early!

George, last name unknown, and his 3-year-old grandson Miles live in Northern Virginia.  George and Miles are two awesome dudes!  George came into an unexpected inheritance that he said he really didn’t need.

So, he decided to share it with people who are struggling and people who can help those who are struggling.

“I had this idea. I figured that some of us in this world are doing better than others. And that those of us who were needed to share some of that good fortune with the ones who aren’t doing so well.”

For one month, George and his sidekick, Miles, handed out $100 a day with a note that read: “please accept this random act of kindness. If you don’t need it feel free to share it with others.”

Take a look …

How many of us, if we received unexpected money that we really didn’t need, would do the same?  And isn’t that a beautiful lesson that George has just taught young Miles?  I have to admit, this one had me reaching for the tissues!

Remember what I always say, my friends … we can all be good people, regardless of the state of our finances or our bank balance … all it takes is a bit of caring about others.

22 thoughts on “Good People Doing Good Things — Bringing Joy From Sadness

  1. AMEN to your closing words! Wonderful stories once again! Love these people! Can’t imagine how that poor teen must have felt with the lady guard telling him he can’t go across the stage. Ridiculous!! Cheers to that teacher! and HUGS are Awesome!! Hugs to you dear friend! ❤

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    • Thanks, Carolyn! Sometimes we forget how much a simple, small thing can mean to someone. Sometimes just a smile and a kind word can turn a person’s mood around, or an offer to help them put their groceries in the car. I loved the shoe story too, and I was somewhat incensed that the school had such a stupid rule about the damn shoes! The kid worked hard to earn his diploma … let him walk across that stage barefoot if he wants to! Huge hugs to you too, my dear friend! Love you! ❤


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  3. My favorites were the first two. The story about Helen brought tears to my eyes. I guess I need a hug or a hello from someone lately and nobody is around. I wish I knew where they have all gone but phones aren’t answered and emails ignored (not our mutual friend though. He’s the best!)
    On the up side though, my son and daughter-in-love are both recovering from COVID and back on the road to health! On the down side, my brother’s funeral is Friday and I can’t travel so won’t
    be there to say goodbye.
    Sorry this is such a downer. I guess I just need a hug or a smile! Visiting my aunt in a couple of hours so it will all be okay then. I HATE feeling so sick and headaches are the worst!

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    • Awww … I’m so sorry Angie! I know I’m way behind on answering emails and I have no excuse. Sending you a BIG HUG 🤗 … and just sent you an ecard. I promise to write tonight. I’m so sorry that you won’t be able to attend your brother’s funeral … I can only imagine how that must hurt. I hope you enjoy your visit with your aunt … and I hope she gives you LOTS of hugs! Love you, my friend. 💖

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      • It was a wonderful visit with my aunt. A week ago I gave her a baby doll that crawls and giggles while crawling.. The batteries died a few days ago so I took my power screwdriver and some fresh batteries to fix it for her. Also had a new outfit for the baby. She wanted to show her off after she was dressed so we took her out to the front desk and a couple of offices down the hall. You can’t be depressed while that doll is around!
        You weren’t the one I was referring to when I mentioned ignored emails. My family are the guilty ones there. Not much more to say there.
        Love and hugs!

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        • That doll sounds like great fun! Well, I have been negligent in emailing, but I’m so sorry your family has as well. I do promise to do better, even if only short letters. Love ‘n hugs back, dear friend!

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          • Not a problem. My family made up for it over the weekend by sending photos and updates about Steve’s funeral service as well as the site where his ashes were left, 12,000 feet up his favorite place in the Rockies. Add one group phone call on Sunday and it was as if I was there with them. Sad occasion but wonderful support!

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            • Awww … I’m so glad they did that. What a great place to have one’s ashes scattered! I used to tell the girls I wanted mine scattered in the Smokies in Tennessee, but now I just tell them it doesn’t matter … toss them in the trash for all that I’ll care at that point! I am truly glad your family came through for you during such a sad time. Hugs!!! ❤

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              • I had to laugh at that one. I’ve told my kids to just bury them in the back yard if they want, or keep them in the trunk of their car or whatever they want to do, I won’t need them any more and being scattered in a pretty place won’t impact me at that point. Hopefully I’ll be beyond caring then. Just want them to be absolutely sure I’m completely dead before cremation!

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