After visiting patients and staff with my therapy dog, Mosie, at UPMC Presbyterian Hospital in Oakland, my wife and I stopped at the hospital's Starbucks for coffee and a quick lunch.
A woman in front of me in line had noticed me leave the dog with my wife, and we struck up a conversation about therapy dogs -- how to get them certified and so on. After she paid her bill, it was my turn to step up to the register to pay.
The Starbucks clerk informed me that the lady ahead of me had already taken care of our bill. What a nice thing to do! I quickly looked around to thank her, but she had just as quickly slipped away.
I didn't get her name, but I want to thank her and send my best wishes if she becomes a therapy dog handler.
Faith in local honesty is validated by return
I absent-mindedly left my credit card right on the Waterworks Giant Eagle's counter in the self-checkout lane. I took my groceries and left the store.
Thirty minutes later I realized I didn't have the card and hurried back to that lane, where I asked the assistant if she had found it. She had not. She directed me to the customer service counter, saying, "Don't worry -- this is Pittsburgh!"
Sure enough, my card was there. Another great, honest Pittsburgher to be thanked. Oh boy, do I love this city!
Visitor addresses his grief by buying meal for others
My girlfriend and I started a bowling league in 1968 at Guys and Dolls in Penn Hills. We quit two years ago but still try to go out together to different restaurants every month. There are 18 of us.
On a Wednesday in December, we went to Brewstone at Penn Center for lunch. First time there. We were in the back room to have our lunch, and when we were about finished, the waitress said that all of our lunches were paid for, including the tip.
It turned out a man who had been at the bar had lost his mother over the weekend. He told the manager that he enjoyed watching us, and he wanted to pay for our lunch. He told the manager he was from Boston, Mass.
He doesn't know how good he made us feel. Most of us are widows and have grandchildren and great-grandchildren. We will keep him in our prayers.
MARY LOU LINGAFELT
A neighbor routinely looks to assist others
I have an angel for a neighbor. No matter what the weather -- rain, wind, snow, sleet, ice, frigid or sweltering temperatures -- every Friday morning he drags my trash and recycling cans back up my driveway where they are stored.
Not only does he do this for me, but for several of our neighbors. Some of them have health issues, which make his kind act even more of a blessing.
Days after losing wallet, she learns that all's well
I went to the Giant Eagle on the South Side but lost my wallet.
I did not know where I lost it, because I was at several places. Four days later, the Giant Eagle called and said someone had found my wallet and turned it in. Everything was intact, nothing was missing.
I want to thank whoever found it and was kind enough to turn it in, and I want to thank the Giant Eagle on the South Side for calling me. There are still some good and honest people in this world, thank God.
Has someone done you right? Send your Random Act of Kindness to firstname.lastname@example.org, or write to Portfolio, Post-Gazette, 34 Blvd. of the Allies, Pittsburgh, PA 15222. First Published March 21, 2013 4:00 AM