On Sunday, April 27, I went over to the Mellon Arena to watch the Penguins play on the big screen. I was with a good friend and his mom. It was so exciting just to be there.

Out of the blue, a man walked up to us and offered us three tickets to go inside and watch the game.

Of course, you first think: This has got to be a joke. Who just walks up to you and gives you tickets to such a big event?

But we took the tickets and proceeded to the gate.

And we got in.

After realizing that this was for real, I started to shake. I was so excited that a total stranger would do this. Before the man walked away from us, he had said, I think you are going to like your seats when you get in.

When the usher took our tickets and started down toward the ice, my legs were really shaking.

We were taken to the first row, a little over from the goalie. And we watched the Penguins beat the Rangers, 2-0.

I don't know how to thank this wonderful man. But I hope that he will read this article and know that we are truly thankful for what he did. He made two 13-year-old kids have the happiest day of their lives.

(P.S. I also believe that there are angels out there because that Sunday was my Pap's birthday and he passed away in October of last year. I think that he sent us this wonderful man because he knew how happy that would make me.)

-- KELSI RAE MEADE, South Side

One harried Saturday afternoon, I went to the Giant Eagle on Route 8 in Gibsonia. I had a big bag of laundry to drop off, shopping to do and, as always, was running late. I had taken $60 out of my grocery money budget and thought I had tucked it into my purse.

I dropped off the bag of laundry and did my shopping. But when I got to the register, the $60 was nowhere to be found.

I searched and searched, all to no avail. I had to put the groceries on my credit card (which I never do) because I didn't have any other cash and needed the food items for the coming week. Driving home, I tried to recall where I'd put the $60, but just couldn't.

When I arrived home, my husband greeted me with the news that the woman who worked behind the service counter at Giant Eagle had been trying to contact me. She'd found the $60 in the laundry bag. They were holding it for me in the store office to pick up. Joan, the lovely woman who works behind the counter, had opened my laundry drop-off bag and the $60 tumbled out. She turned it in to the office immediately and they tried to reach me at home using the phone number on my laundry bag.

That $60 might not seem like a lot of money to some, but it is to us. I was able to pick up the cash later that same day, but Joan had already left. I was unable to thank her in person.

This happened several weeks ago, but I'm still thinking about her honesty, integrity and courtesy. Joan renewed my faith in people that day.

-- LINDA HOCH, Pine

On a recent weekend, my wife and I decided to take my mom and her father biking on the river trail that runs from Millvale to Downtown. We had gotten all the way to PNC Park when I realized that my back tire was totally flat.

As we pondered what to do, two PNC Park employees were driving by and offered to take my bike into the park and fill up the tire. I was able to make it all the way back to Herr's Island before it gave out again.

While my family members forged ahead, I quenched my thirst at the Redfin Blues Grill until they were able to return with the car.

It would have been a long walk back to Millvale pushing my bike if it wasn't for Derek and Manny. Thanks again, guys.

-- DAVID BARKOVICH, Ross