This troper made one friend this year, in 7th grade. He was the first one she'd made since first grade.

Aforementioned troper feels this way when anyone is nice to her at all. She's had to restrain herself from glomping the boy a couple times. Does not help that he's {{adorkable}}

This Troper was going through a breakdown of a kind recently - she's lost all interest in anything around her, she cried every day before falling asleep, self-harmed and hardly left the house. The only thing keeping her from suicide was the thought of how would her parents feel if she died. Then, one day, when she was practically standing in the window on the 7th floor, she got a Facebook message. It was from a guy who saw her on a video and decided to find her through the whole internet. And he did. He gave This Troper more warmth than she'd got since she was ten. He saved her life.

A minor moment, but still a moment nonetheless. This Troper and his father sung along with all of RE: Your Brains together once.

This troper has a kid in her geometry class who makes programs for us for our graphing calculators, stuff that does the formulas for us. He wasn't on the highest end of the popularity scale, but after the exam, a bunch of geometry people got together and made a giant card for him with the signatures of almost all of the kids taking geometry. And when we presented it to him, we started clapping and cheering for him. I just about "Awww"d.

This troper decided, on a whim, to start a drive on his website's forum for the Make-A-Wish Foundation. One of the troper's mods even offered up his real name, which he had kept hidden for over ''ten years'', as an incentive for people to donate. The troper thought we would be lucky to raise a hundred bucks. We ended up raising '''''$1,009''''' for Make-A-Wish. He's never felt more proud of his online community.

On another site there is a user who his banned any time he appears on the chat even if he's done nothing wrong, just because he did something bad a long time ago. Instead of banning him forever, they just ban him for a few days and then repeating the process. Eventually a user named Devann made an irc channel where netcvb wasn't banned. When asked what the channel was for, Devann replied this: ->''We think it's wrong how they treat you, netcvb. ->We all came together because we want to be your friends.''

This Tropeette had a friend who was going through chemotherapy, And her best friend cut off her RapunzelHair(it was down to her hips, and something she was vary proud of) to have a wig made for her. It was one of he sweetest things I've ever seen some do.

ALL of this Troper's good relationships are a CrowningMomentOfHeartwarming, if played right by me. However, the two I feel most worth mentioning are these: Both of my best friends came as a gift from God. How do I know? I have an intensely close relationship with them, of sorts, to the point where sometimes, I can almost predict thoughts, or nearly so. Despite age differences, I am spoken of being as a sister to them. Does anybody wonder why my friends are almost all consuming interests to me? Life is wonderful.

This troper may also be a small bit brain damaged from a potential CMoH gone dreadfully wrong. I can't seem to stop attaching, and loving with all my might, though. This goes more beautifully than I can say! I was telling one of my best friends about a story idea from a dream where I was imprisoned, possibly for special needs. Yes, it was a bit [Understatement dystopic]. I didn't get very far into the dream/inspiration, because when I mentioned I didn't know whether I had gotten imprisoned for more typical crimes or not, he interrupted me. He doesn't believe I'm all that "special". I mean, yes, I am special without the connotation, but, it's the kind of special that will let me do awesome things for God, and not so much the kind of special that will make me replace pencil with utensil in a sleep clouded haze... Even though I'm clearly both. I love my close friends. These Crowning Moments of Heartwarming, these friendships and close loves will never, ever, ever get old or devalued. Ever.

This troper was on the receiving end of one from his best (male) friend. We were talking, and my friend mentioned he was worried about death and dying. During this conversation, he said that it was an honor to have known me and be my friend. This troper was almost too flabbergasted to reply.

This troper is a habitual procrastinator, in a math class that more or less adheres to "Do the homework or don't take the test." The second math test of the year, this troper still had five assignments incomplete before the test. She talked to the teacher and proceeded to slowly despair at the thought, not of getting a zero on a test, but how could she face her parents with this? She spent the next half hour crying in the bathroom, not even having gone to her next class, refusing to let herself be seen, unable to even explain what was wrong. She didn't want to be judged to be so shallow that the only thing that matters are her grades. One girl had come in to use the bathroom, then left. She came back once, and, noticing this troper was still a sobbing mess, asked what was wrong. When this troper was unable to reply, the girl gave her a hug and said everything would be alright. I don't know who you are, but thank you.

A few minutes after, all the while trying to force myself to go to class and giving myself mental lectures, I managed to walk myself to class. I was still crying, and my teacher took me out of the room to give me another hug.

I've been struggling with various eating disorders for years. I moved out recently to go to college, and I mentioned to my friend who still lived in our hometown that I hadn't eaten all day. The next day, she and our friend showed up at my dorm with a bag of cookies and a stack of sci-fi books. I honestly don't know what I would do without them.

When This 22 year old Troper failed her driver's test (it was more of an evaluation to see if This Troper was capable to drive), her little brother (3 years younger than she is, and also a fellow Troper) was with her as moral support, and the first thing he did once we were in the hallway after she got the news was give her a giant hug and offer to go buy her some ice cream. This Troper adores her brother.

This Tropette's isn't as heartwarming as the others on this page, but it still means a lot to her. Back in middle school after class my best guy friend, his younger brother, a couple of other friends of ours, and myself decided to try an endurance test. The endurence test wast simply my guy friend pushing down on our middle finger until we cried 'uncle' (Not teasing here, it hurts after a while) so when it was my turn for the endurence test and he held my hand...well, to say they least, I really didn't feel any pain at all, since the only thing on my mind was that he was still holding my hand. Silly I know, but it's a special memory to this Tropeette since she never sees him anymore.

While walking home from school(eighth grade) one day, this troper saw a man sitting on a corner looking down. This troper's sister walked right by, but feeling sad at the man's obvious down-in-the-dumpity-state, this troper went over and offered him a hug. He said 'you sure are nice.' This troper never saw him again. The fuzzy feelings have lasted a year.

This Troper has severe OCD and Tourette's syndrome. He has to go certain places and do certain things to feel secure, and often snaps at his family for getting in his way when he has to run from the kitchen to the living room/computer room. He's also become very cynical and mean to a lot of people, especially his little sisters who freak out over the littlest things. Well, on a nice day with great weather recently, his ten-year-old sister came to him and asked, "{Troper's name], can you teach me to climb a tree?" Cue the next moments of us exploring out backyard, watching hummingbirds, and just having a good time. She went inside at one point, and this troper, still doing the OCD thing, thanked God for the new memories He let me make.

The grandmother of this troper's girlfriend had recently passed away. When upset about things, she tends to get somewhat quiet and clingy.. After trying to cheer her up (and failing), the troper decided to open up this very page and show it to her. It helped more than he could. Every single one of you - every person who has posted on this page - has helped a girl overcome her grieving, without even realising it.

Glad to see we could all help!

Group hug!

Thirty five years ago a teenage working 18-year-old girl from a poor family in a very conservative society with a very severe and distant mother and a mildly alcoholic father got pregnant. With the baby's father running away and scared of what she would have to face, she saved up money for an abortion, illegal at the time and done privately by midwives. Eventually she got enough money before the pregnancy was noticeable, and had it arranged. When she went there, she stopped midway, staring at the stairs that were looking so scary. She felt the love she already had for that child, longed for someone special to love and protect. She turned back and went shopping for baby stuff with the money she had saved up for the abortion.\\ \\ The pregnancy went on and, of course, her belly started to grow. Eventually one day her mother asked if she was pregnant. Expecting everything from yet another beating to expulsion, she said yes. Her mother asked, "Are you going to have it?". She said yes. To her astonishment, no beating, no fit or rage came: just a "Then we'll raise this child together". From then on she found in her mother an ally, and the mother she always wished she had. Never questioned, never judged, never even pressured to know who the father was. And thus my older sister was born.

Due to a job opportunity, this troper returned to his hometown in 2008, which forced him to leave behind all of his college friends. I broke up with his girlfriend in August 2009 after her cheating. In November, I made a small BBQ party for the small circle of friends I had gathered since I arrived in town, but due to a series of coincidences, everyone got too busy. So I spent my birthday party completely alone. I decided not to make a drama of it, but the next day, nevertheless I was feeling quite down. When a friend of mine asked me how was my birthday by internet, I told her about it in the cheeriest way I could.\\ \\ An hour later, I received a message from her asking me to meet her for lunch. When I arrived, she gave me the next gifts: A bag of M&Ms with a red ribbon, purchased from the office's candy machine, and a handmade birthday card, in which she told me that I was a wonderful, understanding person, and that the people in my life loved me, even if they couldn't show it some times.

This troper had been trying to get together with a girl for about a year and was tired of seeing her with the wrong guys all the time and she got dumped a while ago. So on Easter of 2010, this troper said this: ->"You told me that I wouldn't like you as a girlfriend, that you are a controlling, jealous girl who is only ok looking and that you would be mad at me sometimes for no reason at all. The thing is though, is that I don't care about that. I've had feelings for you for a year and nothing has changed. All the guy's that you've been with, they never deserved you. *This troper then slips a promise ring on the girl* And if you take on a chance on me, I promise you I will never break your heart, that I will never treat you bad, and I will never leave you. So what do you say?" She said yes.

This recent lurker would like to share two stories about her Daddy, whose normal expression is such that most of her friends are frightened of him because they think he glares at them.

When I was quite little, we had planned a family trip to the zoo. My dad ended up getting called into work. We were going to drop him off and then proceed, and my mom was stressing out from getting four small children ready to go. Dad had gone into the bedroom to change, but when he came out, he was in a t-shirt and shorts, not work clothes. He called into work on personal matters and calmly informed my mother that family would always come first.

On Father's Day, 2007, he wrote this poem for me and my siblings: ->"To my Moptop, my Omelet Snigglefritz, ->My always-reading, afraid-of-bleeding, ->My thin-wristed, hard-as-misted, ->My word-loving, rise-aboving Emily, ->I wish you joy. ->To my Shaggytop, my Thumper Charleybug, ->My lefse-eating, kindly-treating ->My brother-baiting, attention-hating, ->My help-giving, faith-living Joseph, ->I wish you courage. ->To my Curlytop, my Pipster Lollipop, ->My chai-sipping, mission-tripping, ->My read-in-bedding, practice-dreading, ->My doubly-bubbly, never-a-troubly Laura, ->I wish you strength. ->To my Fuzzytop, my Wiggleworm, ->My music-playing, read-all-daying, ->My salt-shaking, early-waking, ->My ever-rushing, never-shushing David, ->I wish you wisdom. ->From your Mean-and-Evil, your Ogre, ->Your patience-losing, evening-snoozing, ->Your take-you-places, on-your-cases, ->Your want-to-teach, tend-to-preach Daddy ->Whose children are wishes come true." This is posted on my bulletin board in my college apartment, and I tear up everytime I read it. Bonus [=CMoH=]- I found my joy the very next year. We're getting married in July.

This tropette has two:

Her parent's friends have two children, one of whom being a toddler girl and the other being a little boy. This tropette was to play with her while her parents and friends did...adult-stuff. Playing with her was one of very few times that she (the tropette) had actually ever been happy and kind at once, but it really climaxed IMO when she turned to her out of the blue and said, in that most adorable voice that always comes with toddlers, "You're my sister." This tropette can barely remember feeling any better.

CMOA stuff too?

*sniff* Yes.

A more minor one is when her somewhat-friends had a small party for her on the playground for her birthday in the first grade. When she's on her deathbed and trying to remember the best moments in her life, these two will probably come up early.

This troper once gave up his student rush ticket for the Blue Man Group show to a little girl who was crying because she forgot her student ID and had to pay full price for her ticket, which she didn't want her family to do (the rest of her family got tickets). I gave mine up because it broke my heart to see a little girl cry. I felt extremely happy, especially after receiving a hug from aforementioned girl, but I felt extremely stupid. The next day, I did watch the show, and boy; was I glad I gave up the ticket. I would have felt like shit if I hadn't, given how much I had enjoyed the show. My only regret was I should have asked for her number so I could ask her how much she enjoyed the show. It was the highlight of my New York trip.

The world needs more people like you. Thank you from another Blue Man fan.

This also comes as a CMoA for you. I wish you luck in your life!

This troper has had two:

This troper has a couple:

The first was a few years ago, when I was in my penultimate year of high school. There was a boy in my year who was picked on by almost everyone, even the other bullying victims (especially them actually). I felt sorry for him, and, along with my best friend, I decided to try and befriend him. It took a while, he was very untrusting, but eventually he warmed up to us. At some point later that year a group of the boys who were certainly the biggest bullies in the school were following this boy around and throwing stones at him. The poor guy was huddled in a corner with his coat pulled over his head. I tried to get some of my classmates to follow come with me while I confronted the bullies... but only my best friend would. The two of us stood up to about ten bullies, but they didn't back down. After heated words, a fight started. It didn't last long. I was being pretty badly beat on and then suddenly I wasn't. A massive group of my classmates had intervened and in no time the bullies were running off. Even better, one of my classmates, himself occasionally a tormentor of the boy went over to him and simply said; 'Sorry.'

Dude, that immediately counts as also being a Crowning Moment of Awesome!!

A more minor, but also more personal example happened only a few days ago. I was out with a large group of friends, but before long there were only two of us; myself and a girl. I'd only known this girl for a little over a year and I'd had feelings for her for a few months, but I'd confessed them long ago and been told she didn't want anything more than a friendship. Although initially upset, I got over it and we remained good friends. This night though, she turned to me as we were making our way towards the bus stop and said; "You know, I think you're my first ever best friend.' The girl has not had a pleasant life up until this point and has a bad habit of making bad friends, but as she continued, I felt my heart swell; "You listen to all my nonsense; you acutally care. You're there to talk to me when I need you. I'm really glad you chose to be my friend." I can't describe how good that made me feel, and I couldn't put the feeling into words, so I just hugged her tightly.

This troper's school was protested at by an anti-Semetic, homophobic hate group. They announced that they would be coming about a week ahead of time. Today, they came: all four of them. They were greeted by over 50 counterprotesters, all peacefully assembled with signs promoting love and equality. The same was true at all the other sites the bigots visited, including the Holocaust museum, and the local university. Did this troper mention she lives in the Deep South? Not only that, but it rained, ever so lightly, on top of them. And what does rain make? Rainbows. This gay Christian has never been so secure in her faith, or more proud of her community.

Man, I just came here from the BreakTheCutie troper tales page, and this really cheered me up and reminded me why I love the world. Thank you so very much.

You, my friend, are awesome. Awesome. I always wondered why people bore hate against other people who were, essentially, human beings, and reading this has reaffirmed my faith in the world. I salute you, for standing up against the hate.

OP here: I posted that story about six months ago...I was really depressed tonight, and came to this page to cheer up, not expecting any response to my story at all. Your loving words have cheered me up so much. Thank you. Honestly. Thank you. You're awesome too :)

This troper, a man of 20 years, with a broken and cold heart since his ex-girlfriend refused him after two years of never-ending fight for her love, after several betrayals, losses, self-doubts and nearly depression - this troper listens to "The Price of Freedom" (Yeah, Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core) and reads this wonderful stories, smiles and realizes that somewhere in this gigantic world, maybe not that unattainable as expected, there might be redemption for him. I'm Not Making This Up. Thank You. All of you. Very much.

I think I speak for everyone here when I say "You are very welcome."

Can I add that almost everyone here feels the same thing as you do whenever they read this page? I can't get halfway through without crying!

While at church, this troper was witness to a crowning moment of cute/heartwarming. #QUOTE#A little girl, no older than three toddled along to her class, passing by a baby boy in a carrier whose mother had set him on the ground. The little girl walked over and began playing with the baby, making peek-a-boo faces and chattering at him in nonsensible-but-very-adorable little kid chatter. When her mother took her hand to lead her to class, the little girl pointed at the baby and said "Mommy, look at how ''little'' he is!" Considering the fact that she couldn't have been more than two feet tall, it was absolutely adorable.

This lurker had one last year that I still find dear. I was checking my university mailbox, and found I had nothing. I said to myself under my breath "Wow, a week before my birthday, and still no letters..." Suddenly, a random stranger says to me, "What's your box number?" I gave her my number, and left a bit confused. Sure enough, on the day of my birthday, handwritten in crayon, I found a birthday card from the girl wishing me a happy birthday, and giving me her name and address, with a fun pack of skittles taped inside. A few week later, I sent her a handwritten card with a candy cane inside wishing her a merry christmas, and now we've became close friends. I always smile at my mailbox around my birthday now. :3

This troper has only had one big one, with my 7th grade English teacher. I was a shy girl, didn't have many friends, ect. But I loved to write. Even though I didn't like to show it to many people. But through some series of events I won't go into right now, I showed this book I was writing to her. We became really close. But near the end of the year, she said that she was moving to California, and we weren't going to see her again. But that isn't the main part of this. When, at the end of the year, we were getting our yearbooks signed, my teacher put this in it. #QUOTE#To my little author (insert my name here). Always trust yourself and your writing will be true. I hope to see you in the Barnes and Noble authors one day! There is a small tear mark on that page. You can guess where that came from.

For an 8th grade class that had been together since before kindergarten, this troper's entire graduation was one big ol' Crowning Moment. Even the tough guys were crying, and everyone was singing.

And now, said Troper is now disillusioned and desperately wants to become a kid again. Any more of this jaded-ness and I'll suffer a HeroicBSOD.

This Tropette had a similar 8th grade graduation. We were a very small class, less than ten, but we were all as close as family. We had spent months trying to make our graduation something that would reflect us and y'know what? It had laughter, tears, hiccup baggies, and finally ended in an old camp song that we all loved. Best moment in my life.

This guy has had, to date, 3:

The first happened after he got blown off by a girl he liked and found out that she turned out to have a baby daughter. The next time he saw his nephew, to whom he's really close, he couldn't stop himself from crying. All over the kid's shirt, even. His nephew just stood there and hugged him back.

The second happened a few days back, after another disaster with the previous girl and he cut classes for almost the whole week -- instead of going to class, he met up with his best friend who happened to go to another school. And when he finally did go back to class, he accidentally brought a pocket knife -- which one of his twin girls, his former crush, confiscated on sight. Said girl then proceeded to chew him out on his recent... misbehavior. He was shaking with laughter the rest of the day.

The third happened just last week, after he and his comrades saw ''FinalDestination'' at one of the malls in the area. With them was the aforementioned former crush (said girl's aware of this too, and of the reason why he had to hide it) who was going through a rut with her boyfriend and on the verge of a breakup. Now, he'd treated the whole group to ice cream before the movie, but decided to go and buy her lunch as well. What he got out of it? Just the warm fuzzies.

To elaborate further, said girl is normally perky and bouncy, can scare him shitless when she gets mad, and... can potentially send him into a HeroicBSOD if ever she cried right in front of him.

ThisTroper had just gotten into their first car crash. It was relatively minor (Just a banged quarter panel and busted headlight) but I was utterly freaking out. This couple pulled over and helped me get over it and helped me clam down and make sure I was okay. They never told me their names and did not want a reward.

In the middle of rush hour, someone changed lanes without looking and crashed into my car, nearly overturning and eventually totaling it. I was unhurt but in shock. A car with three people pulled over and came to my aid - crossing three lanes of dense traffic to do so - assisted me to the side, called the police and stayed with me and comforted me until the police and my parents arrived. They disappeared without leaving their names when they saw I was being taken care of. Whoever you are, THANK YOU!!

This troper was never very savvy at social interactions, and up until sixth grade went through friends like tissue paper. As a result, upon entering a new school, with new people, her expectations weren't very high for the friendships she would have. About three weeks into the quarter she began talking to the girl who sat next to her in math class, something that was very hard for her. Seven years later that girl has helped me through two family deaths, and multiple other issues, and I am not even sure she knows it. Her smile is a crowning moment of heartwarming in itself. Thank you Charlie.

There was a time, a few years ago, when this troper was a depressed person. To her, it seemed like no one loved her, she was a horrible person, she was ugly and didn't have any talents, ect. And eventually it got so bad that I was thinking of killing myself to just end it all. I was going to do it on my birthday--what better time to end my life on the anniversary of the day I had been given it? But when I went to school that day, on my locker was all of this stuff on it that said "Happy Birthday" "Go (insert my name here)!" "You're the best!" and so on. It was just seeing that, that people actually ''did'' care about me and what I did, that I didn't take my life. And I'm still alive today to talk about it.

This Lurker has one although it may not count due to it being a personal effort. In any case I was at an army cadet camp, and on the first trip to the local swimming pool, it was announced that anyone not taking the swimming test would have to spend the entire time in the visitor's lounge for this and subsequent trips. My swimming ability is about the same as a rock's so I was rather wary of taking the swim test, especially since it required wearing a full combat uniform and treading water in the deep end for a minute before swimming a lap to the shallow end. I informed the life guard of my total inability to swim, so that he'd be ready. I was never more scared in my life before I rolled into the water, but I made it to the surface and the life guard handed me one of those foam boards which I clung to for dear life for a minute before slowly progressing to the other side. A week later we did a "confidence course" consisting of rope bridges 50 feet in the air, it seemed pretty tame compared to the swim test. Whenever I think of that accomplishment I always feel better

This Troper vividly remembers one of the shining moments of middle school. It was after lunch, and she as walking with a rather melancholy friend. In an attempt to cheer her buddy up, she began singing "I Believe I Can Fly" by R.Kelly. Surrounding students caught on and before the second verse, the entire hallway was singing it, in perfect unison. They didn't sing the entire song but, damn...

One year at This Troper's little anime convention there was a couple who won "cutest couple" award (Balthier and Fran). It turns out said Balthier had called the convention months in advance pleading them to make an award up so they could win it. He planned this so he could propose to his girlfriend on stage! (watch it here.)

This lurker's uncle used to be a complete {{Jerkass}} and a serial flirt. Until a few years ago when found out that a woman he was interested in was stuck, along with her toddler daughter, in an abusive relationship with a drug addict. He managed to convince her to leave him, and they'll be married in July. Best part? He's sold off his motorbike to buy an amazing flat for the three of them, and managed to get himself a steady job so the little girl can go to a decent school.

FYI, your uncle is ''awesome''.

This has the makings of an awesome movie.

This troper has two:

This Troper was never taken seriously by her own friends to begin with in high school. Looking back, she seems to realize that the biggest jerks to her in high school were her own friends. This one friend was the exception. This one night, a month before graduation, they were hanging out and just talking normally. Somewhere down the line the talk got a lot deeper and while she refuses to divulge what was said on his side, she told him everything she had felt within the past few years that nobody ever even attempted to try to get out of her. He was willing to listen and he was willing to share some things too. She never forgot that. While she hasn't seen him that much since high school, she still is thankful for that night.

Her entire Junior Prom which borders on Tastes Like Diabetes which only for the whole backstory

This troper is not a good friend. I know it, I'll be the first one to tell you that. I cannot open up to someone, due to my mother leaving me when I was twelve. I hate myself, I barely feel emotion, and I'm prone to depressive episodes where I contemplate suicide, murder, running away and other such delightful things. Everyone in my eighth-grade class stayed away from me, I was a little lonely at times, but I figured that it if everyone stayed away from me, I couldn't hurt anyone. However, there was this one girl named Helena, who kept sitting next to me in class and lunch, walking with me in the hall, talking to me, asking me for help on homework, etc. Finally, one day I snapped and demanded to know why she didn't just leave me alone. It went something like this: #QUOTE# '''Me:''' Leave me alone. You're better off. Why do you care about me anyway? #QUOTE# '''Helena:''' Why would I leave you? You're my friend, of course I care about you. #QUOTE# '''Me:''' Shut up. You're lying. Get away from me. You're just like everybody else; pick on the girl who doesn't fit in. #QUOTE# '''Helena:''' I know that you don't believe in yourself and I know that you feel like no one believes in you, but I believe in you. I started believing when I first met you. I've never stopped. I won't stop. ''Ever.''

PS: She hasn't.

There are people who would fight to have friends such as yours.

This troper is sure that most of us have seen at least 1 drawing of a gender-bent Kamina, but now we know who they're all based on (Oh, and if you haven't seen the show, then yes, that is a compliment).

Seconded to the boot.

Ms.Byrd knows that {{Nakama}}s are Made of Heartwarming. But sometimes she forgets. Thanks for reminding her.

The same sort of thing happened to me. You also roughly described the plot of the one-shot manga ''Child Hazard''.

In the rankings of sisters, I am most likely quite low on the list. I often treat my younger sister by five years like crap, never really thanking her for all the nice stuff she's done (she once spent an entire night making me a very complicated and beautiful papercraft doll for my birthday and I never said thank you, for instance), making her work herself half to death, and overall being a bitch. But, one year, while I was in college and vowing not to come home for the holidays because of a (admittedly stupid) argument with my parents, they still sent me a few things my sister wanted for Christmas. The usual, Harvest Moon DS Cute, Super Mario Galaxy, NiGHTs Journey of dreams... And most of all, a hug from her sister. Even after all the crap I put her through, she still loved me. In tears, I packed a makeshift travel bag, roadtripped down there, and basically broke into my house using some old lock breaking techniques. And there was my little sister, passed out in the living room while the DVD menu for Nightmare Before Christmas flashed on the TV. I tackled her, hugged her, I cried, she cried, we woke up my parents, group hug. Best Christmas ever.

Seriously, one troper to another, you may not have realized it but...you basically just laid down the plot of a sure-fire hit Christmas movie. I can hear John Williams heartwarming music in the background. MadeOfWin, for sure.

I say we Tropers add a few moments of our own to this list. One example comes to mind- at our high school, an athletics carnival was being brought to an end by a mascot race, and one guy in a terrible Lone Ranger costume who'd spent most of the day generally being a crazy {{Jerkass}}, got tackled by another one of the runners- he got knocked off the track and landed on the grass, trying to get up and yelling a bit before collapsing, apparently hurt. Teachers swarmed to help him, and an ambulance eventually arrived to cart him off to hospital. However, while being carted across the track on a stretcher, with everyone worrying over how seriously he was hurt, he put up his hand and waved to the crowd- following with a thumbs-up as he received a standing ovation- everyone was glad he was taking it okay. The injuries turned out to not be too serious. And also- That guy who was taken to hospital? He was me.

I know a guy who I coincidentally went to the same school with for a few years. He was a pretty big {{Jerkass}} towards me for quite a few years. In 5th grade (I'd known him since ''kindergarten''), I finally worked up the courage to tell him off about it (no one else was around). Surprisingly, he actually confessed as to why he had been hounding me for all of those years (sorry tropers; I promised not to divulge that information). The next day, cue surprised students staring at us as we walked through the door together, laughing at a joke he had just told. Yeah, we're closer than brothers now.

This troper has a seven-year old brother who had trouble reading when I went to my first year of college. Whenever I would come back for break, he still didn't seem to have made any progress in his english skills. Then, the night I came home, he pulled me into his room and read me "Green Eggs and Ham" by himself. I cried some ManlyTears of pride that night.

This troper invoked this trope, and probably failed at it, recently. A girl named Roselynn who I happen to be good friends with recently broke up with her {{Jerkass}} boyfriend. She was, well, broken up about it. I walked up to her, and said, right to her face: #QUOTE# Roselynn... I know you're depressed right now, but if you're not going to believe in yourself... believe in me who believes in you, and your drill will be the drill that will pierce the heavens.

This Troper had actually almost forgotten about this moment until recently. Back in 8th grade or so, my friend Katie and I went to go see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Having recently re-read the book in anticipation of the movie, I remembered full-well the sad events that happen in the later half of the book. (Y'all know what I'm talking about if you've read/watched it) So naturally, when it's getting close to the dreaded scene in the Graveyard, I'm getting choked up because I know what's coming. By the time it happens, my vision is blurred with tears and I just start silently crying. I was contented to just sit there and silently mourn, but Katie glanced over and noticed my tears. And she smiled gently, reached over to wipe them away, and said "Don't cry, Ali. It'll be okay." It's still one of the most touching things a friend has done for me, especially since I'm usually fairly stoic.

This Troper has a fairly unorthodox example, as one of those people who seems to be constantly harrassed and insulted, I never realy belived that I had freinds and just hung around with anyone who diden't hate me. One of the school's evil bastards came up and randomly attacked me, calling me a faggot and making comment telling me to commit suicide. One of the girls with me asked why he was doing that, he responded with lots of derogatory terms, including bitch and little tranny cunt. Hes on crutches now.

This troper is friends with a group of kids who go to a different high school. One of the boys asked her (as a friend) to their junior prom, even though she was only a sophomore, so she could enjoy the night with them. If that wasn't nice enough, it was one of the best nights of said troper's life, even though she usually doesn't like to dance, wear make-up, dress up, or really socialize at all. Then a few days later, this troper finally made herself a Facebook. She proceeded to go through, friend all of them, and that was it... until a few weeks after prom. She was going through one girl's pictures. Said girl had taken a camera to the prom, and there was a picture of this troper in mid-dance. There was, below it, a list of ten or fifteen comments where all of them had posted things like "I'm so glad she came!" or "I love her!" None of them had expected her to see it, because they'd posted it before she made a Facebook. They'd genuinely discussed it. Cue tears.

This troper once sang at his sister's wedding. Months previously, he noticed that he was pretty good at singing Johnny Cash songs, and so sang 'Ring of Fire' at the reception. Everyone was cheering at how appropriate the song was, and the whole time afterwards, people were coming up to him saying things like "That was amazing!"

This troper had a serious case of depression in high school. She often found herself in a suicidal state of mind. Once after one of her 'episodes' a friend dropped by her house to see if she was alright. This was the same friend that she had never truly appreciated or complimented, who she was convinced was an idiot who only wanted to hang around her because she had breasts. She had consistently been an unfeeling bitch towards him, certain that he would walk off as soon as he had managed to find somebody better to be friends with. This boy came over after she was absent for three days to find out what was wrong. Knowing that she was noticed and missed by someone who she had done nothing but heap abuse on was, in a way, her [=CMoH=].

For some odd reason, this troper didn't have many friends in middle school. She had some, and those she kept close in her heart. Near the end of eighth grade, she learned she had to move to a different part of Hawaii, and go to another school, leaving her friends behind. They were all heartbroken. On the last day of the school year, the last time they'd ever be together, they presented her with a poster. Glued on was PICTURES OF THEM ALL AND A POEM SAYING THAT THIS TROPER WAS THEIR GREATEST TREASURE. Needless to say, I will ''never'' forget them. . .

Following the death of RonnieJamesDio due to stomach cancer, this troper mentioned to her friend that too many people she knew or looked up to had died due to cancer. Her friend just replied, "No one ever died of cancer, they died slaying a dragon."

This troper, on a whim, decided to go on a school trip once. It was a 3-day thing, which we almost missed because the traffic on the way to the airport was horrid. The whole experience was a little strange, but as it was an event hosted by another school, we got to meet some new people. One of these was a somewhat clumsy and somewhat awkward girl, who nevertheless was also really nice. We kept in touch. For the next few years, we'd constantly needle each other about our respective romances, and how we should really be making better choices. All this was over the internet - we were thousands of miles apart. And yet the whole time there was something we wanted to say to each other. So in 2008, at a particularly low point in mood, I got a call from her, and she told me what we'd meant to say all along: "I love you." Fast forward to March 2010, we finally got to see each other again. A happier moment in life, I have not had. And we're still together. True life really is stranger than the films.

When this Ecuadorian troper moved to Spain in 1st secondary year she was one of the only Latinos her High School. Being a loner and stoic never helps making friends but It was OK until a band of Jerk Jocks starts attacking me with racist crap.I tried to ignore them but one particular bad day they pushed me in the corridor. In the following class the teacher was absent, I was trying to read through tears and felt terrible when one of my bully TheDitz of his group came to sit next to me while the others boys make mock commentaries. Cue this dialogue. #QUOTE#'''David''': Are you Ok. Why are you crying? We hurt you? #QUOTE# '''Me''': You make my life hell everyday why do you think I'm crying? #QUOTE# '''David''': .... Sorry then, didn't knew you felt so bad. #QUOTE# '''Me''': You thought I like to be insulted and pushed? #QUOTE#'''David''': No, but you never shows anything and you are intelligent and only have older friends so I thought you would believe you're better than us not give a damn to the insult and found all those things childish. Then I cried harder and he put his arm around me. I wanted both to hug him and to jump to his throat.

In the fall of 2008, one of the top news stories in my area was about a newborn baby left in front of a church a town over. The mother was located shortly, but she refused to take the child back; the baby was eventually given to the father's mother and sister, because the father was serving in Iraq. \\ I learned soon after that the sister was a member of my church. Neither she nor her mother had any idea the baby was coming, although the father of the baby confirmed it ''was'' his. Completely unprepared for this new life, they reached out to their community. Within two weeks, my church had raised a few thousand dollars and put together every possible supply they would need for the next few years, from diapers to teething rings. It was an amazing show of the love found in a community, especially when contrasted with the tragic lack of empathy from the child's mother.

My Y11 levers assembly was a load of CrowningMomentOfHeartwarming.

Once, this troper felt very cynical and decided to perform an experiment, taking down his birthday from his Facebook about two weeks prior, just to see what would happen. He predicted that no one would say anything, because no one would know his birthday. He was wrong. Besides receiving texts from a bunch of people and wall posts wishing him a happy birthday, three of his friends actually showed up at his door with presents and to take him out to lunch. Manly tears were shed.

The spring of 2002, I received a "Full Ride" Air Force ROTC scholarship for Texas A&M University. Basically, the Air Force would pay for my classes, my housing, and give me $250 a month as a cost-of-living stipend to pay for anything else I would need. All I had to do was keep my grades up, and get training in the Texas A&M Corps of Cadets. The training was very stressful, even before I started classes, and I ended up dropping out of the Corps of Cadets within a few weeks. To do this, I had to forfeit the scholarship, and to add insult to injury, I racked up college debt for four years before I flunked out with a 1.9 GPA. I emailed my dad, explaining that I was a failure, had wasted his money and that I intended to move to Houston to find work so I wouldn't be a burden to my family any more. He convinced me to move back in with my family, and I lived with them for 9 months while I took classes part time and tried to lose weight so I could enlist in the Air Force. Upon enlisting, I struggled through Basic, got injured in training, failed the Physical Fitness Test, and ended up taking an extra three months to graduate from Basic. My parents drove from Arizona to be at my graduation ceremony in San Antonio. The next day, when we were eating lunch, my dad told me ''"I'm proud of you."''

The story of how this came about isn't mine to tell. All I can say is if you want to know what true friendship is, just read this.

Once upon a time, there was a girl who had an account on deviantART. She was sometimes rude, but she made some good friends. She knew that she was rude sometimes, but every time she tried to stop being rude it didn't work. One day, she was a little too rude. Someone she really liked got very offended, and politely asked the girl to stop watching her, i.e. stop being her friend. The girl knew very well of what she had done to lose this person's faith in her, so she quietly agreed, hung her head in shame, and posted a journal detailing what she was feeling at the time. Shame, depression, loneliness, all that good stuff. People didn't normally pay attention to her journals, so she didn't expect much to come of it. She went through school the next day, trying to ignore the creeping thoughts of that occasion and trying to go along with her day. When she came home that day and opened her page on dA, she was surprised to see several comments on her journal. She clicked on the link leading her to the comments… and saw several comments from some of her best friends on the site, all of them telling her not to feel ashamed, that everyone screws up, and that they all love her. Even a friend she knew in real life who hadn't been on for a while came on just to comment on her journal and tell her how much he loved her. She nearly cried seeing all of that. The person who got offended even offered her a second chance if she really wanted one. The girl told all her friends that she loved them too and that they lit up her world, took that second chance, and now feels more loved and accepted than ever before. … Alright, I'll admit it. The girl was me.

When this Troper's parents told my sister and I that they were splitting up, we just sat in the living room and cried for at least an hour. My sister was so upset that she was having trouble talking, and just wrote questions and stuff on paper. Eventually, she handed her notepad to me. It said "I know I don't say this a lot, but I love you".

Two years ago, right in the start of This troper's first year of "Gymnasium" :link to explaination about Danish school system on his troper page he was a nerd and a dork (as opposed to now,) and accidentally insulted a girl in his class. She was a special gal, Cyber-Goth in clothing style and alternative in nature, and took offence to this troper's comment about her cyber-locks. She proceeded to sulk in the corner for a few minutes before he manned himself up and came over to her with a heartfelt apology. Best friends ever since, preventing many a suicide (attempt) from her side, and resulting in a rather long and sad one-way-crush from this troper. This is the chain of events that has turned this troper into what CrazyAwesome CompleteMonster he is now.

After failing my driver's test--which I'd studied for for two years--I put my Facebook status as something overly dramatic like "Seungmina fails at driving and at life." One of my friends was online and I decided to chat with him for solace. He talked with me for an hour, using encouragement, kindness, and a really stupid science joke to cheer me up. He was online later that evening, so I decided to thank him for his kindness. He replied by telling me why he thought I was a good human being in a way that's really hard to communicate on this page. Suffice it to say that I started to cry, hard. To make matters better/worse? a friend who I hadn't seen for awhile, and who I've never known quite as well as I wanted to, popped up out of the blue with a block paragraph of kindness. Then, I was able to tell both of them, who I've always thought highly of, why I thought they were amazing people. Early in the day, I had been crying because I was sad, but by the end, I was crying for the exact opposite reason. Guys, if you're reading this, thank you so much. You were there when I really needed it, and I love you for it. And the cookies were delicious.

And now the first guy is my boyfriend, and it's just lovely.

I'm posting this for a friend. She was pretty much directly hated on by a friend over Facebook. Five minutes after it, her good friend calls her up and immediately says, "What did he say to you?" She explained, and he said, "Oh, I get it. He's just being him. He's just worried about exams... Don't worry. Besides, it was probably directed towards me, some of my other friends... not to you. It's ok." After that, his dad comes in, and over the phone my friend could hear, "Who's that on the phone!" from his dad. He said, "It's just my good friend *name removed* . She's sad. I don't want her to be sad." I know it isn't much compared to everything else here, but the world can be that much better.

Some time ago, I was watching Code Geass R2 with my ever-loving boyfriend (I had already seen the whole show, but it was the first time for him). When pushed Lelouch out of the range of the FLEIJA blast, thinking he was Cornelia I jokingly told him: "See? I told you he's awesome! How many guys would do something like that?" to which he replied "Well, I would, your Highness!". He was absolutely serious, and he has been calling me "your highness" ever since.

This troper can think of 2 off the top of her head, both of them from high school.

In my freshman year of high school, I was having a lot of trouble adjusting, especially after being homeschooled until this time. I ended up falling into a rather abusive friendship with a group of people, people who took way longer than it should have to get away from. But I'll never forget one of the few truly good times from hanging out with them; I was having a really bad day that ended with me a sobbing mess in the cafeteria at lunchtime. They all sat with me trying to comfort me, but the Crowning Moment was when one of them, a tall basketball guy, I think he was, plucked a few-days-old balloon from the ceiling and gave it to me. You bet your bottom I started crying harder after that.

Then in sophomore year, I came into biology class in a fit of tears after being humiliated in my last class when I'd come unusually unprepared. As I sat in my chair trying to calm down, my lab partner, who had asked prior if I was ok, stuck a post-it note on my open binder saying "Don't worry, be happy! Smile like this :)", which was already very sweet of her, but then the teacher came around to stamp our homework to acknowledge we get credit for it, and when she passed me she also stamped the post-it.

The T.V tropes entry for You Are Not Alone is very much it's crowning moment of both Heartwarming and awesome.

One day, this troper got in a very loud argument with his mother which left this troper in tears. She apologized, but this troper still felt like crap. This tropers six year old cousin, who was in the house at the time, promptly gave this troper an unexpected hug. Normally, his cousin is a little, spoiled brat who doesn't listen to him, so it was...Nice.

This lurker got in a severe end-over end acccident, and while waiting for help with his brother on the side of a mountain road, a passerby offered us a ride to meet our aunt, who was heading up to get us, I don't think he told us his name (I was very shaken up) but he made sure to tell us to pay his kindness forward

This Troper had one that was very special to me, even if it might not seem like much. I have some very amazing online friends who are always there for me when I need them. I really wish the best for all of them and do my best to keep them happy. On my birthday though, I was hoping to get a small happy birthday wish from three of my best online friends. One of them did; But I didn't hear a word from the other two. Throughout the day, I went about my birthday party and such, but I couldn't help but be a little depressed. Lately I had been feeling down, like I always did everything I could for them but I would always be a third wheel since they already had best friends. I didn't think they cared as much as I did, and felt ridiculous for being so attached. Then about thirty minutes to midnight, I decided to check my Facebook. Three guesses to who had sent heartwarming birthday wishes to me, one of them even sending it forty minutes before midnight the night before because they were too excited to wait. I love my friends. :)

Just recently this troper sent an email to a friend that she feels qualifies as a CMOH. She was replying (late) to an email from her friend (let's refer to her as "A", about getting her phone number, of which "A" lost. She gave the friend the phone number at first, but then fell into a lengthy email. It is important to note that "A" had moved and would not be going to this troper's high school after the end of the next week, finals week. She had moved about 20ish minutes away by car. Another thing important to note is that when this troper sends informal emails she often uses extravagant and nonsensical words. This troper has put notes in parentheses where the email warrents it. People's names and emoticons (the picture kind, not ":)" or ":P", etc.) are omitted from the text. The names are replaced with capital letters. This troper's name is replaced with "X". Here is the email: sorry... wait do you have my cell #? Aw well, here it is:n/a. Just to reiterate somethin' from yesterday: Hey, don't act like we're never gunna see each other again. We ARE going to hang out this summer (not so much the first 3 weeks - soccer camp, but maybe the weekends....). Plus, we gotta see Eclipse (Note: we like to watch cliché teenage stuff), and Toy Story 3 (I really wanna see that). Anyway, ya know that H, G, and M are gonna be gone all summer, and R is gonna be gone during the first part. So, I absolutely need you, for - er - hangin' out this 'ere summer! You're one of my only friends left! :( We gots ta do lotsa' stuffs. I know we can't go to amusement parks (note: she hates rollercoasters)... but beaches, and places, and stuff liek that. We should hang out whenever there's free time, between AP Euro work, Brit. Lit. reading, studying for Alg. 2 & SAT (I don't 'member Algebra too well & I have a plan for the SATs in 11th grade), Driver's Ed., Drivin' the car, and Driver's training, AND your school summer work & if you are practicin' drivin' this summer. This is bound to be one of the (or atleast my) busiest summers ever, but we still have plenty o' time tah do stuff. We could even work out together, as you had previously mentioned ya wanted to do. Maybe I can introduce you to my lil' cuzin, V, (she's met 3 o' my friends so far... so why not you? ) and even (if in August) my teeny tiny lil' baby cuzin, (most likely named) Z! Their SO cute (okay well, I don' know that Z will be cute, but I don't see any other possibilities)! Especially since you like babies, you should liek them! I hope Z has brown eyes.... Anyway, back on topic.... ya don havta worrry 'bout people.... um.... leavin'.... you! I won't and I'm sure plenty of others wont either! So many people are gonna miss you, at the very least! So quit yahr worryin' n' yahr complainin' b/c yah have nuthin' to worry about and nuthin' to complain about! Plus, ya can call me anytime; I can't say that I'll be available, as I'm not very diligent with my phone usage, but if I can I sure will pi-iick up the phone. ....Doncha eva' worry about people nots wannin' to talk to you or hang out or socialize or whatever, b/c there is plenty of people who would be perfectly willing to do all those things including listen to yoou when ya need sum1 to. If you ever need help, I can sincerely assure you that you don't have to look very far to find people willing to help out, even when excluding myself. On a side note, you are always welcome at my house! My parents know how important friends are - they treat my bro's bffls like sons, and consider quite a few to be equivalent to sons, going as far as to say that all, and especially one, are, and especially is, like a brother to me, going as far as giving me his (the especial one) phone # just in case I ever need him. Who knows.... maybe by the time I graduate high school or go to college, they'll think of you as a daughter. Don't ever lie to yourself, even when it may not seem like it, people are there for you, always. Teehee; I liek big walls of text with lotsa emoticons (smiley faces). Eye <3 usin' werds 'n wierd 'nd un-you-zoo-all wayses, SEW I's sawry 'f ya can'ta unda'stand i-it. (I love using words in weird and unusual ways, so I am sorry if you can't understand it.) But I'm sure you can get the jist of what I wuz tryin' to say. Bye-Bye. - X

This tropette has just witnessed her mum's most likely happiest moment these past few years. After much drinking with her friends, her mum gathered up the courage to call her father for the first time in 9 years. It's been a very big moment for both her mum and her. This tropette hasn't had any sleep today, so let's just say that this tropette has just now regained some of her family. This has been the best father's day this troppete has ever witnessed.

This troper/lurker has always been completely socially inept. He ended up going to the same college as the girl he had a crush on in high school and hadn't yet told. As the first semester of their freshman year drew to a close, he worked up the courage to ask her out to the Christmas dance... over Facebook. He thought this was the first day of a new stage in his life, one where he would have friends and talk to people and maybe even have a girlfriend. Her answer came back a few hours later. "Sorry, I'm going with my boyfriend."\\ \\ That first day never came. That new stage fell out of his view. That is, until one day in January 2010, as he started the final semester of his senior year. That night, he was reading TVTropes, and saw a link on the Harry Potter Fanfic Recs page to this essay about depression. The description of depression as "a parasite personality ... a voice in the sufferer's head that, ever so convincingly, talks them into taking the worse course of action, acting the worse way to those around them, forming the worse view of themselves" jumped out at him. He had for some time identified a part of himself that was happy when he was sad, that convinced him to continue being upset, and it had convinced him that it was the real him, and any happiness he tried to feel was nothing but a facade. This revelation that that part of him wasn't the real him but was instead a parasite, and the real him was the happy one, was one of the most liberating moments of his entire life. That epiphany came at 3 AM Monday morning, and all day Monday, he was practically skipping out of joy, when he wasn't on the verge of falling to his knees in praise.\\ \\ He met a girl that night. A freshman. They talked. They talked for hours, and even though they were with a group of four or five other people, it felt like it was just the two of them. They became quick friends, especially after running from campus security at 2 AM together that night. They started hanging out together, sometimes just the two of them (watching Death Note in a dorm lounge until 7 in the morning), sometimes with her circle of friends, which he was quickly integrated into without even trying. He learned about her -- how she was just as clueless about social skills as he was, how imperfect her life was, and through it all, how beautiful she was in every way, in such a more meaningful way than the pristine, flawless, one-dimensional {{ManicPixieDreamGirl}}s he had always imagined himself falling in love with. After they had known each other for three or four weeks, he finally worked up the courage to tell her he liked her, and wanted to be her friend in whatever way she needed. A week later, she worked up the courage to say it back, and asked to be his girlfriend.\\ \\ Two months later, he asked her out to the spring dance. In person. Only the second time in his life he had ever asked a girl out to a dance. But this time, when the answer was "I'm going with my boyfriend," it had a bit of a different meaning.

AWWWWWWWW!

I was at the last day of grade 8. We're a very small group graduating: maybe 50-60 people. The best part is that we're all so close to each other and we're all friends, everything like that. So, at the end of the day, everyone was feeling sad and hugging, but no one was really crying. Then one of our friends, who we have never seen cry in the past six years we've ever been together, starts crying, which set off a chain reaction of crying and hugging. At the end, all 50/60 or us were in a giant, tight group hug. Also, one of my friends has really, really liked this guy for the past few years. A lot. They were pretty good friends, and they were surprisingly close. So he's talking to all of us, in a group, and then he switches his attention to my friend, so all of us are quiet. Then, because it's our last day, they hug. She was very well composed for a Tsundere, actually (: They were hugging almost long enough to reach awkward territory, then, just as they break the hug, he says—very loudly—"I really do love you, you know."...awww. (She kicked him in the balls, but she was smiling.)

This Troper is adopted, feeling his whole life that he was going to grow up to go find his birth parents. Meanwhile, his adoptive family split due to a fight between the two brothers he knew as his uncles. From then on, his adoptive family only talked to one of the brothers and their families, while they all still missed the other brother and his family. flash forward ten years to today. I get an email from the cousin I haven't talked to in ten years. She says she's coming up from Florida to come see my family. If I'm going to look for my birth parents, I'm going to do it after I work on finding the family I already have now. And I also have a final today, which I'm not going to be able to concentrate for at all. I couldn't be happier.

When I was little, I had a lot of trouble socially. My best friend from Kindergarten pushed me away when her parents got divorced, and after that I moved to a whole new school. I could be a loud, know-it-all, goody-two shoes, and I wasn't good at making friends. In 4th and 5th grade, kids teased me every day, and wouldn't even get near me because I had "[insertnamehere]-germs." I cried pretty much every day. In 6th grade, I was introduced to a new girl who was pretty similar to me. We became best friends and stayed that way, but I still was uncomfortable around people. Flash forward to senior year. I had been lucky enough to find some close friends and liked almost all of my classmates, but I still had some left over insecurity and thought of myself as a burden on whoever was talking to me. On the day before my birthday, one of the girls who did the morning announcements asked what class I had first period. I assumed that she wanted to know if I could hear the morning announcements--some classes have broken speakers--and I put it out of my mind. I was extremely surprised when she and another girl, who I'd always really respected, brought me cupcakes decorated with the words Happy Birthday. If that wasn't enough to make me feel loved, one of those same girls stood in the hallway, asking people to loan her money to nominate me for prom queen--I lost but I also know that people voted for me, which is better. If I could go back and tell little me what my life is like now, I probably wouldn't believe me, but it's true.

This troper has two stories that have to do with adoption. When I was seventeen, I became pregnant. I wanted to keep my baby, but I knew I didn't have the means to care for it. I gave my son up for adoption, thinking I'd never see him again. Eighteen years later, on Mother's Day, a handsome young man comes to my house. When I ask him what he wants all he does is hug me and hand me a card, whispering, "Thanks to you, I have two mom's that I know love me more than life itself".

Five years later, he came with me to China to pick up the baby girl my husband and I had adopted. When I asked him why, he responded, "I wanted to wish my little sister a happy birthday".

This troper,on his way home from primary school in year five was run over (funnily enough, by a street warden car). It was nothing serious, but it knocked me on my ass and the wardens apparently deemed it bad enough for an ambulance to be called. Now, I live in a small rural village where everyone knows everyone, but as I've never been very sociable, I didn't really know many people. As I lay on the pavement, a boy from school, whom I rarely spoke to and was passing by, immediately volunteered to go and alert my mother, and a woman who I didn't know, and still do not, removed blankets from her car and laid them over me as I waited on the floor for the ambulance. On top of that, I was kept in hospital until about 11PM on account of complications with my asthma. My little brother, whom I share a very active rivalry with on account of having extremely conflicting personalities, insisted on waiting up until I got back to make sure I was okay.

This troper's mother and father separated when she was around five-something. Her father got another house, and even though she was confused at the time (having had fairytale ideas about what love was -- she remembers being surprised when she learned that her mother and father weren't married, too), she still liked them both, and wasn't too upset, as they were very civil toward each other. But even though we alternated between being at mother's and father's, having to raise this troper and her sister while working and taking care of a house occassionally became too much for her mother or father, and they had occassional stress attacks, sometimes so severe they had to be institutionalized. This troper remembers, when she was young, reading up on Wikipedia about asylums and being afraid, and then visiting her mother and being even more afraid to lose her...anyway, of course, when one of them were institutionalized, the other had to take care of us for an indeterminate period of time, leading to more stress...an evil cycle. So once, both of them had become too stressed and suffered an attack, and this troper and her sister were staying with her grandmother and grandfather for the time being. When they were homesick, her grandmother said that they could draw her father or mother something. Today, when her sister was cleaning, sister found a note she had written and showed it to her. It said, simply, in crayons of many a different color: #QUOTE#To mom and dad\\ You're good to have. Somehow, this haphazard message touched her more than any "I love you" or "I miss you" could have.

Perhaps not epic, but years ago my sister was in the US doing Au Pair work and was having a miserable time with an abusive host-family. However she was determined to tough it out, wanting to prove that she could handle anything life through at her. A while later, the phone rings at ungodly O clock in the morning, it's my sister sounding like death warmed over saying that she was sick and wanted to come home. My dad put on a suit, went to the airport, paid for the next available seat to the US (we were living in the Netherlands at the time), and while on the flight alerted local law enforcement about what my sister had reported going through. They met him at the airport when he landed and a little under 14 hours after she called for help, my dad got her out of that hellhole. Most of my friends growing up came from either broken or basically unhappy homes, but I've always known that my parents love me and my sister and would go to the ends of the earth (or Ohio in this case) to help us.

This right here cheered me up immensely when I saw it. Perhaps it may do the same for many of you.

This Troper doesn't know whether this even counts. Her mother and father have always had a very strained relationship. Her mother has openly admitted that she (the troper) was born too soon, that they hadn't wanted a child, and that she was a screw-up in every way shape and form. Her father likes to drink problems away, usually causing more problems. When this troper was twelve, her first sister was born, another unwanted child, since the parents had almost divorced a few months before. Both working meant that this troper and her sister were often left to the care of a stay-at-home babysitter, who lived with us. But the girl couldn't live there forever, and after she left for college, this troper was basically promoted to parent. Cue a third child from this mess meant that she had to be the only holding point for two still non-self-sufficient children, ''at age fourteen''. The moment that needed all this buildup was the seven and five-year old sisters waking the troper up one May morning with the candy they'd saved up from the last visit to the store inside a Trick-Or-Treat pumpkin basket. When she asked why they were giving her their candy, the eldest blinked up at her, and with the most adorable big brown eyes, looked to the troper and said it was Mother's Day. In front of the for-once-at-home-parents, who were largely ignored. The troper can't remember crying any more than she did that day, saying thank you to her sisters and hugging them. Those kids are the reason why I'm still here. I'm going to give them the family (Or at least the mother) I didn't have.

This Troper has been involved with a production of ThePiratesOfPenzance. This may not qualify as much as anything else on the page, but we got a request from the Make-A-Wish foundation - one of their kids was going to be declared an official Pirate in the 4th of July celebration in Seattle, and since we were close, they wondered if we would like to do something special for the kid when he came to see our show the night before. And by God, we did. At the beginning of the show, a couple of our pirates claimed that they'd stolen finery from the Pirate King and needed somewhere to stash it. Naturally, they picked out the kid to help them. When the end of the intermission came around, the Pirate King came looking for his very nice green velvet coat and NiceHat. Things got to progress to the point where this kid got to have a duel with the King, defeat him, and get a treasure chest of gold (I think it was chocolate coins), some show t-shirts (we had two designs, so he got one of each), and a song sung in his honor (Hurrah For the Pirate Boy, sung to the tune of Hurrah For the Pirate King). Then he got to have a photo shoot with the cast and a tour of the backstage. I gave him a salute on the way out, and he told me to remind the Pirate King to keep an eye on Frederick. Everyone left that day feeling ''awesome.'' He got to keep the coat and hat.

This troper has three that really stand out to me. Number 1: My dad was in the hospital because he was having head problems (I say hospital, I mean ER.) When I found this out, I was in youth group. Needless to say, I was ''seriously'' worried. After this, I decide to go up to the front of the auditorium to pray. While I'm praying, my youth pastor, one of my closest friends, and a girl I consider to be my sister all come up and put their hand on my shoulder. It helped me a lot to know that I wasn't alone. (My dad was fine, by the way. He just gets headaches if he bends over too far.) Number 2: I had repeatedly asked a girl to do something with me, come over to my house, go to the movies, ''something'', because I liked her a lot. She didn't return the feeling (plus she has really protective parents.) I was really sad, because I thought we'd be great together. I called my other "sister", who was visiting a friend at the time, and vented to her about it. She said....absolutely nothing. We just sat there for like a half hour. Her being with me and taking the time to support me was more than enough. Number 3: I was having another phone conversation with one of my two "sisters", and she asked me to talk more. When I asked why, she told me she liked to hear me talk. As someone who gets told to shut up a lot, it really gets to you when someone actually says they like the sound of your voice. Not as epic as many of the other posts on here, but sometimes the best moments are the smallest moments.

Pretty minor compared to alot of the entries here, but on our last day of middle school the whole 8th grade went to the local park for a picknick. There ended up being a huge thunder-storm that trapped us under the park pavilian. after about 20 minutes of being stuck under a leaky wooden roof, a couple boys stood up in the middle of it and started singing "Don't Stop Believing" and every one joined in. It wasn't much but it was a nice good-bye to middle school.

Seven years ago, this troper was a bullied teen. Everywhere in school, I was sought out and picked on, shoved around, targeted, for some reason or another, by the same group of people. I gave up hope. One day, I literally ran into a group of three girls, and my face went directly into one of their chests. My most embarassing moment of that entire year. Instead of freaking out like I almost did, they were kind to me, and the three girls walked me to my locker and talked to me the whole way there. I almost cried. Instead of going to class, I went to the bathroom and threw the gun I had in pocket into the trash can. Those three girls literally saved my life that day and became my best friends.

This isn't really a crowner, per-se but rather a walking CMOH. That is, my cat. She is patient and kind with me, even when I yell at her for peeing on my things. When I open the door to my room, she's there, and begging to be picked up or petted. She always crawls onto my bed when I'm about to sleep, and she's always there when I'm feeling blue, rubbing against my hands and purring. To top it all off, if you so much as poke her, she purrs. She also watches me play video games. Her name is Fluffy, and I love her as if she was my child.

At this troper's choir camp, when one of the tenors came out at campfire. His bravery and the speech our (also gay) conductor (who was born and rased in Texas) gave us had me crying manly tears.

Whenever this troper hears a coming out story with a happy ending, she wants to send an astral projection-type hug to the person, nomatter where they are.

This tropette knows a guy who, a few days ago, flipped over while riding his bike, hit his head, and ended up in the hospital with bleeding around his brain. As of this typing, has yet to wake up has been put in an induced coma, though he is apparently doing better than he was. People have flooded his facebook wall with messages of love and support and get better soons, and many have changed their profile pictures to shots of them and him. He's such a kind, funny guy, and seeing people -- some who don't even know him all that well -- so worried for him and his health is a [=CMoH=] in my opinion.

Update -- he's woken up, and should be perfectly fine. Cue collective sigh of relief.

This troper had to do a poem for his uncle because he was retiring from his job. He could not remember how it went, but one thing for sure, he was very happy to hear it and gave this troper a big hug and told him "I love you".

This same troper, before he became a member, always looked at the crowning moment pages to give him inspiration and I thank everybody on this website for it. Mind if I hug someone?

*hug*

Thank you kindly *hugs back* .

In middle school, this lurker was the victim of brutal cyber-bullying via facebook. Basically, her email account was hacked, used to send fake hate mail. Said hate mail was then posted on facebook and sent to the entire school with comments alongside 'well-deserved' comments on what a terrible person she was using some of the most offensive and derogatory terms in the english language. This lurker, who was already friendless, was turned into public enemy number one. Or so she thought. Someone printed out and showed her the replies to this message. The vast majority were in her defense, claiming she would never send this and she was not any of the used insults. Some even attacked the person who had set this lurker up. She thought that the majority of her defenders didn't know she existed. She cried with happiness.

This troper is normally a sarcastic, tough-chick, so after her father dropped not only her grandfather's Alzheimer's diagnosis (and the fact that everyone else in the family knew but her) on her but her father's own diabetes diagnosis as well after a very long and very tiresome weekend, she returned to school very upset. After spending half of the day in angry silence, she sat down at lunch only for her best friend to know something was wrong, but to ask. This troper broke down at school, something that had not happened since she was much, much younger. Not only did her best friend comfort her, but so did the freshmen she had barely knew. This troper later bought a lot of cookies for the entire table for being so nice to her.

This troper had a really hard time finding work last year (2009). I`d graduated from college the previous year and was looking for work in that field. Now...if I was smart, I would have realized it`s better to get a job in fast food or something easy while it`s available just in case the people in the career you spent three years training for aren`t hiring just yet...and with the economy crumbling the way it was, those jobs weren`t going to be hiring for long. Such was the case for me. For months, I had to dip into my savings and mow lawns just to make ends meet. There was nothing I could find for work, even working for the city...everything was full or I didn`t have the proper background. At the end of my rope by the end of the year, my savings were gone, I was shoveling driveways for just enough money to get by and not even enough to see any friends which only occurred once in a few months. One very cold and snowy December evening, I was so tired that I shoveled the wrong driveway. The owner of the driveway caught me the next day and invited me in for a cup of tea. After explaining why I did it and why I was shoveling in the first place, he laughed. I was a little stunned at first but when he explained that his department was desperate for people with my education, I nearly cried in front of him. Cut to July 25 2010, I`m still there...happily and gainfully employed.

This troper, back in her senior year of high school, had been through a lot. I had Violet}} never had all that many friends and years of Bird}} bullying and stress had led to my depression diagnosis two years previously. My final year of high school, however, things had begun to turn around. I had made friends in the Drama Club, had been accepted to college, and things were looking up. The crowner? On my 18th birthday, the school musical for which I was doing stage crew was having its second performance. When I went in to see the cast, they all sang "Happy Birthday" to me. I wanted to cry, I was so happy. :)

This troper was really freaked out by a comment left on a forum she goes to. It's one of those creepy ones that say that you are cured and if you don't send it on, you'll be killed by a ghost at midnight. A friend of my parents sent me an email that removes all other curses from anything written or verbal. At the end, it said 'Sleep well tonight.' Right about then, I wanted to cry because it was so sweet.

This Troper had fought over a very small thing (she wanted to put ice on my shirt, and I said "Hell no".I was sleepy and had a bad day, and my mother probably was in the same mental state as I) with her mother, who complained to her father, who chewed her out and said she would end up alone in no time, everyone hating her for her antisocial behavior (He thinks this Troper is becoming a {{Hikikomori}}) . This Troper then cries herself to sleep, and has a nightmare of all her friends leaving her alone, saying she's become boring and antisocial.The next day, her mother took her to school with no words, not even looking at her.This Troper was so broken with her mother's behavior and her father's words that she had a complete breakdown in the middle of the hall.Cue almost all her friends (exception being the {{Jerkass}} one), even ''a girl she had helped to get over a broken heart earlier'', comforting her and saying YouAreNotAlone.She never cried so much in all her life.

And when her best friend went to another school, she was pretty much forced to become the {{Jerkass}} one's "punching bag"(of his acid jokes and unfriendliness), and he's very, ''very'' abusive on "We'll leave you behind!" jokes.And he's very popular and somewhat manipulative, so you can only guess where my protests end.In almost complete loneliness and sadness (except for the girl who I helped and her best friend, everyone split away with the guy's departure), I decided to buy a present for the guy who left, a Yin-Yang necklace, the Yin part for me and the Yang part for him, naturally.Months after I bought it, I had only one chance to give it to him in an anime event (we are all {{Otaku}}), and nobody was letting us speak in private.I was very embarassed and unsure if I would leave the wrong well, [[JustFriends maybe right]] impression,especially because he's a GeniusBruiser who doesn't like to talk much about relationships and such.When we ''did'' speak on private,he said nothing about it and just accepted it. Some time later on the event we were on, when I was going home, he says this: -#QUOTE#Him: Hey. -#QUOTE#Me: Hm? -#QUOTE#Him:Thanks...Thanks a lot...You're a great friend to have... This Troper was the happiest girl on the world that day.

This troper's birthday falls in January, Christmas is always a really big deal so there's rarely a lot of money left over for my birthday. Not a big problem since my family always celebrates anyway, and I love my family too much to care. The first birthday after moving out to college, though, my family forgot to celebrate. On the day of my birthday, no phone calls or anything, I'm feeling depressed and alone - like my family decided to just ignore me because I was in college now. I get a call from my friends who live downstairs and they tell me to come down to watch a movie. I do, still depressed, and when I get to the room, they've gotten me a birthday cake and ordered a pizza. We watched Labyrinth, played games, and I had a great time - parents called during the party to wish me a happy birthday, and I felt much happier.

This troper was on the internet, reading comments beneath an article about the newest gay parade. The comments comsisted mainly of immature insult-slinging in both ways. And among this maelstrom was a single comment whose author said basically that: he's gay and he doesn't understand why the hell do all these people waste time on organizing flamboyant events like this one; he is content to just live with his condition and doesn't need to flaunt it or treat it as the most important thing in his life. There were a few replies beneath, which basically said that this was the most reasonable posting they've read in the entire flame-filled thread.

This troper's parents aren't really the touchy-feely kind of parents, but she was getting ready for graduation and a little piece of paper fell out of her bag. Just a piece of notebook paper, nothing special. But written in her mother's handwriting was this: ''I want you to know that I am so proud of all that you have & will accomplish with your life. I am so proud to be your mother; you are a kind and loving young woman. Although I don't say it enough I love you more than you could ever imagine.'' This troper carries it with her wherever she goes.

This troper is sure this is going in the wrong place, but he'd just like to tell you all that you have officially made his day, and that he loves you all.

Not the wrong place. There is always room for a bit more love in the world. Peace, bro.

This troper was spending her first Christmas alone(various reasons including to take care of her dying cat) to while her parents visited family in another state. On a 'just for fun" thread on a forum people were posting things they really wanted for Christmas but felt the couldn't ask for(too silly too extravagant etc. . .) This troper, knowing her family would just send gifts down with her parents when they came back, posted she wanted a present to open Christmas morning. Another forum member decided the situation was too sad and asked for the troper's address intending to fulfill her wish. A box came labeled from Santa's helper filled with treats. The cherry on top was a package addressed to the troper's cat as "from Rudolph" with fuzzy catnip mice.

This troper has two: 1. At her middle school, when your birthday comes along, when you walk in the locker hallway there's at least six kids standing around your locker with tape and scissors and ribbons and wrapping paper. On this troper's birthday (December 10th, 2009), I saw my locker covered in shiny blue snowflake wrapping paper. The attached note said, "Hey [insert my name here], it's [insert friend's name here]! I hope you have a great b-day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺" 2. Having recently signed up for deviantART and discovered the joy of giving llama badges, this troper promptly joined the "Give A Llama, Get A Llama" group. The next day, she opened her computer to find herself smothered in a pile of llamas.

this troper went to a k-8 school for 7th and 8th grades. due to a falling out with a former friend, every member of my grade as well as about half the school, disliked me intensely. on the day i graduated, i realized i didn't want to go. why? because i was group-hugged by every student under the 3rd grade. at once.

This troper knows a woman who had, two years after birthing a healthy daughter, had a misscarriage. She was suffering from various physical handicaps up to and including quite severe rheumatism. One day her doctor told her that she should under no circumstances ever get pregnant again ... Two days later she found out that she'd been pregnant for about a month. She consulted with her doctor and he told her that carrying that baby to term would cause significant, irreparable damage to her body. She considered aborting, but - in the end - decided to carry the baby to term. And, well, here I am.

Maybe not even one to really count but, yesterday, this tropers father had to undergo bypass sergery. I was so upset and sobbing like mad, because I was so damn worried. The receptionist of the ICU waiting area sat and talked with me to calm me down and even phoned the chaplne to come into the room and say a prayer with my mother, grandparents and uncle who where visiting from Florida. When the receptionist returned from her lunch break, she handed me a large rice crispy from the cafe in the lobby. There where no words to thank her for all the support she had given me then.

This troper has a low self-esteem and generally takes it out on annoying happy people. (And other cynics... and most people in general.) But at one point, he was in a really bad moment (see the post above about the OCD and the sister? That's me). But he felt like God had helped him through it and gave him reassurance, and for the first time in a while, started to think about all the good things people have done for him. He remembered a girl from his school who, while waiting in the cafeteria for some test takers, invited him over to play cards with her and her friends because he (probably) was walking around aimlessly and admittedly was sort of wishing for a table to join. It gets better, though. After remembering that, in a rare vulnerable moment for him, he sent a facebook message to her telling her how much it meant to him. She responded by telling me that she liked how he carried my Bible with me at school (most people annoy him when they bring this up) and that one day I'd be someone everyone admired. She also told him that he was welcome to play cards with her and her friends any time. Most of the time he would have dissmissed this as superficial pity, but responded with a thanks. But he guesses that, while he's annoyed by rednecks, northerners, jerks, stupid people, nerds, popular people, conservatives, liberals, agnostics, atheists, some Christians, and southern belles, he has a soft spot for genuinally nice girls. (Guys would be creepy.)

This troper recently developed a tumor in his left leg, and therefore had to leave school for 2 weeks. My classmates not only sent me two cards to wish me well, with the teachers sending me a third, but they even pooled all their money together in order to get me a Sonic Screwdriver, because they knew I loved Series/DoctorWho. It was incredibly touching.

This troper remembers when he was fourteen, he got into a HUGE fight with his dad, the day his dad was leaving for a business trip. Screaming, ranting, raving, names were called, etc. Well, less than an hour later I was sitting in school, and suddenly the secretary walks into my class and says, "[Troper], there's a phone call for you." Confused, I walked down to the office where I picked up the phone, only to hear my father's voice over the phone. He pleaded and apologized for me to forgive him, said he was sorry he yelled at me, told me he loved me and that he didn't consider himself a real father, since real fathers don't treat their sons like that. I could tell from the raw emotion in his voice that he was crying. I told him that I was in the wrong too, and that the whole fight was stupid, and that I loved him and thought he was the best dad in the world. The phone was quiet for a few seconds, and then my dad said that his plane hadn't come in yet and wanted me to know that he was ready to call off the business trip to spend time with me for the next couple of days. :) I love you, dad.

Yesterday, my neighbor's kitten came up to me while I was feeding our chickens, promptly rubbed up against my leg, purring and being adorable. I spent about an hour playing with him. He stayed outside my house all evening and well into the night, and when I left for work this morning, he was still there! I came back this afternoon to find him still sitting on my porch in the shadow of a flowerpot. I gave him some food and we bonded some more. I think he's decided that he wants me to be his human. <3

I just realised something very striking - My father is the fucking man. To start, he has a bad back, which he put down to work, but he's still ready to build and fix things, including two rooms, my mother's grandmother's old house, and ''an entire outside shed'' just to put stuff into. But that isn't the best part. We recently went on holiday, where it was discovered that my Dad actually got the bad back from ''carrying his mother around.'' And he never said a word. If that wasn't proof enough that he loved his family, he also ended up getting Type 1 diabetes around 2 weeks before said vacation ''and he didn't say a word untill after the holiday, so that my mom could stay happy.'' And plus, it turns out that my Sister is actually only my half-sister. I found this out at about age 15 1/2, because ''My dad had taken care of her like she was his daughter. Even though she wasn't.'' I honestly can't understand how it took so long to realise that my dad is so damn awesome.

There's this girl this troper really likes. That girl was going through some tough times in her new school (apparently not doing well with her parents unwaveringly thinking it's what's best for her merely because they went there). I love her with all my heart and (although I'll probably never be able to be with her partly due to the fact that she doesn't want to get married and partly due to the fact that we live in different states) I want her to be happy. This troper then remembered one of his college's traditions, basically make a wish on a rock and throw it in the bay the campus is named after. This troper did just that regularly and eventually things got a bit better with her parents apparently settling on a compromise that'd allow her in her old school. This troper now continues doing so regularly to maximize gains for that wish.

This troper just went through the HighOctaneNightmareFuel section without much emotion, but going to the Heartwarming page, started crying. The fact that the Idealism held over the worst of humanity for me seems like a Heartwarming moment for the Wiki.

This DeviantART-ist Troper was feeling very unhappy due to a combination of paranoia, IncompatibleOrientation, and loneliness due to the fact that I very rarely see any of my friends outside of school (this was over break, and those that have online accounts rarely used them). While browsing, I went to one of my friends-who-has-an-account's profile. Under the "favorite artists" section she listed me. It made my week.

Quick note: This troper, being bi, has a crush on a much more expressive (and straight) girl. Whenever she hugs me, I get warm fuzzies for hours after, despite being quite sure that I'll never be able to come out to her.

When this troper's assistant coach announced to my crew team that she would not be returning to coach us next year, we all broke down and cried , hugging her in a mosh pit of heartbreak.

This troper's girlfriend has a dog. A big black scary-looking dog. This dog loved getting between us. Every time I slept over at her place, I would wake up to the dog standing over me and growling right in my face. And then he'd butt me out of the bed. Almost all of her previous boyfriends have had a problem with the dog. One of them even nicknamed him the Black Devil. A little over a year into our relationship, her mom was dropping us off at my place. We had the dog with us and the ladies took him for a walk. A while later my girlfriend pops in and tells me that the dog refuses to leave without nuzzling me one more time. Apparently he'd been scraping at the door and whining. This was the same dog that, a year ago, couldn't get enough of hinting that I really ought to get away from the girl. I love that beast!

The popular, super-friendly, CrazyAwesome CloudCuckooLander of This Troper's Latin class moved to a different school after two years. Midway through the first year without her, she sent the class a letter that was half this, half CrowningMomentOfFunny.

When I was a senior in my relatively small (about 700-800 kids total) high school, there was a freshman who was picked on and teased a lot by his classmates. Our class adopted him. We gave him an empty locker in the senior section, gave him a senior t-shirt, and made sure he sat with us instead of his own year during school events. I loved my class.

This troper's dog recently ran away from home and went missing. After a day of fruitless searching i was about to give up, but then remembered an out of the way area that I had walked the dog. I went into the area, called the dog's name (not expecting to get a reaction), and said dog ran right up to me, almost out of nowhere.

This troper lost her job not long ago. In largest part, it was not her fault, but she was treated by her employers like it was and in fact was treated very badly for a long time prior to the end of the job. It landed a terrible blow to her self-esteem, but now that she's got a new job, she can look at the weeks of unemployment and realize that if the situation taught her one thing, it was just who her friends really are. The ones who rallied around her, called to make sure she was okay, sent text messages of support and funny emails to make her smile, who made her feel like she was still worth something -- these are the people she really wants in her life. But the one who made it a true CMOH was her husband, who supported her the entire time both emotionally and financially, and sometimes even ''physically'' because she was too beaten down with heartache to stand. The troper will never forget his words when she told him about the impending termination. #QUOTE# Honey, I've watched you put your heart and soul into that place for five years, and I've seen the toll it's taken on you. They had an angel working for them, and they didn't think that was good enough. God Himself probably wouldn't be good enough for them. You'll find someplace else to shine.

This troper got at least three, within about 10 minutes.

We were in Rome, for a holiday. The (very crowded) bus stopped, and my little sister told me to get on. I did. Too bad no-one else did. As I looked out of the window when the bus started moving, I was more than a little surprised to see my family standing on the pavement, apparently unaware I wasn't there. (They had decided the bus was too crowded, and my mother pulled my little sister out, while I was standing behind a taller person) Here I was, in Rome. No money, very little Italian to go on, and I wasn't even sure where the bus was going. I pressed the stop button, and asked the driver, but he either didn't understand, or didn't care. I stood there for a second, completly lost and alone...until a very nice boy tapped my shoulder and asked,with extreme effort, in English, was I okay. I told him what was going on, and he took my shoulder, walked me up to the driver and pleaded him to stop the bus, for me. He did. Whoever you are, thank you so much. That was moment number 1.

Number 2 came when I was off the bus, walking down the street I was sure we came up. I was looking for my family, when my mother (who has very bad knees) ran past me. I put out my arm and caught her in a hug, saying, "It's okay mummy, I'm here." The look on her face after she registered this still warms me up inside. She was running after the bus, and intended on trying to follow it until she found me.

Number three was when I had to hug my little sister, who was crying, sure I was gone forever, and tell her I did not, in any way, blame her for telling me to get on the bus. Cue fresh tears-from both of us.

This troper was in her college choir class. The choir was asked if they wanted to sing at a charity event for a church that was trying to raise enough money to stay open. The event was after the class ended but right before finals and it was held on a Saturday morning. Immediately, almost everyone in the class agreed to give sleep or study time and go help out the church.

This troper's dog got out of her yard, then got spooked by a thunderstorm, ran away and got lost in the woods. It seemed like half the town looked for him that afternoon and kept an eye out for him. The best part? My dad found him completely fine two days later, on my mom's birthday.

This troper is fifteen years old, and he's a pro-gay Christian. One night at his youth group, he found some teenagers using the word "faggot" ad nauseam. Some of these teens were his only friends. He interjected, telling them that they shouldn't be saying "faggot" constantly, only to be insulted for his attempts to shut them up. The next morning, his parents heard all about what happened, and gave him huge hugs, saying, "I'm proud of you." Worst night ever, followed by the best morning ever.

Just a few minutes ago, this troper was reading some comments on a piece up at DeviantArt. One of them had a statement which she considered offensive to the DA community. She was very upset by this, to the point of being willing to write a response to it stating, rationally, why she thought it to be inaccurate. Now, normally defending a community for a perceived offense over the Internet is nothing to bat an eyelid at (in fact, it's generally a bad, flame-provoking sort of nothing), but when you realize that this troper is a {{Kuudere}}/BrokenBird/Stoic/ShrinkingViolet/generally all-around apparently emotionless terminally-shy isolated intelectual sort of loner who's NEVER felt part of a community enough to feel actual, uncontrollable ANGER at an insult to it (with one exception, but that was before she was so messed up), this becomes quite the CMOH. My hands were literally trembling with emotion as I wrote my response to the comment. I even told the author of it that they had enlightened me, making me realize that I was NO LONGER ALONE!!! Even typing that I'm almost crying--my vision is swimming. Oh god. But it is so strange, so almost-scary, so truly pleasant to know that I am human. All this time and I never knew, to think that all it took was a simple insult. Okay, so I probably blew it out of proportion due to the way it touched upon some painful aspects of my past, but even so.

This Troper had one of these this evening when she was working on crafts projects with her Girl Guides troop. We were making paper hands, to assemble them into a Christmas tree shape. One of the girls came up to me and said, "I have a present for you", and gave me a circular spiral of paper she had made. It was just a piece of paper, but my heavens, the sentiment touched me. Awwww. <3

Working as a camp counselor, I had always been given the slightly... eccentric kids, due to my own eccentricity and acceptance of those who are different. One kid in particular was... larger than most. Six foot three and somewhat heavy-set for his age (14) he definitely stood out. So as a reaction to being more obvious, he tried to either A) hide himself with sarcasm, and B) stay in the background. But I don't tolerate that kind of behavior, so for four weeks all I did was get on his case about stepping up, being true to himself, and living life to the fullest. His cabin-mates were huge supporters as well, even when he was afraid of doing something, that because of his size, he might end up embarrassed about. In the end, he found the confidence he needed. Towards the end of the month, in a massive CMoA He organized a group of the younger kids a la General Patton, complete with helmet, in a massive camp-wide game, staging raids and attacks against their older opponents. Later he dressed up like a pimp and flirted with all the girls during a co-ed activity with our sister camp. The next year he sought me out at camp and explained that when he was required to write a paper about who in his life had had the biggest positive influence, he had written about me... Cue ManlyTears.

This troper has a cute little cat, but she was shot one day when she wasn't even 6 months (O.o). Of course a race to the vet and a whole lot of operations. Her left thigh-bone was SHATTERED by the bullet. Then, during a check up, while waiting for my turn there is this tough Hells Angel waiting too with his dog. He asks what is wrong with my cat and I tell him. His reaction? "If they ever find that bastard, call me, I'll shoot him!"

When this troper was 8, she had one of those Pokemon handbooks- a birthday gift from her grandfather. Only weeks later, it was stolen from her school desk, along with several other books. The books were found in a trash can, but not that one, and everyone, including this troper, gave up. On this troper's 18th birthday, she walked into a second hand bookstore, just to look. On the shelf, she saw a copy of the Pokemon book, and pulled it down. On the inside front cover, in familiar, childish handwriting, was her own name.

I'd say to duplicate this into [[TroperTales/ItsASmallWorldAfterAll]] Wow.

Seeing This Troper's little sister, who is autistic, speaks very little, is asocial, and older than she looks, perform ''Imagine'', one of the most beautiful songs ever, made This Troper feel good inside. There is hope. She can use her beautiful voice to project a message of peace. JohnLennon would be so proud. Connie Talbot, eat your heart out.

Also, when this troper was 5, she had one of those Kids Celebrate America [=CDs=]- which she got right after 9/11. It got old after she turned about eight; she was interested in {{reggae}} and TheBeatles. She once imagined a NarmCharm BigLippedAlligatorMoment where the Backyard Kids sing "You're a Grand Olde Flag" when the teacher leaves the room for a phone call just before they do the pledge but aside from that, for the most part, it was forgotten (which explains why it played so well after nine-and-a-half years.) She looked for it, pulled it out, and went upstairs. She skipped to "Imagine"...and it's all magic!

This Troper would like to share two stories that are undeniable proof that little children are walking [=CMoH=]. First, at the 2010 NY Anime Fest, I was walking around in an 'ears' hat with a sign that read: "Hug Me, I'm Furry." While standing in an arbitrary corner of the convention, a little girl, possibly only ten years old, walks up to me and with the biggest doe eyes imagined, asked me for a hug. This Troper almost cried manly tears at the sheer cuteness of her, but I couldn't help but feel all WAF-y about it. The second one takes place a month later. I was working as a volunteer for the NY Thanksgiving Day Parade on the night of the balloon inflation. It was a LONG night, filled with obnoxious people, crowds and just random stupidity. However, while I was on my coffee break, ANOTHER little girls walks up to the barricade, sticks her hand through and says "Thank you for the balloons." Its always nice to feel that you did something for someone else.

Recently, this troper went home from college to work at an internship for a few months. There, he met a wonderful girl who he felt an immediate connection to and - even though he tried not to - couldn't resist liking her. He told her he was on break, but he never told her his school was on the other side of the country, nor that he would be leaving in two months. His parents eventually found out, and chastised him for trying to start a new relationship before going back to school and for not telling her the truth. Time went on, and he felt more and more burdened and guilty for hiding the truth, but also felt sure that she would break up with him if he told her the truth. Finally, he told her one day about everything. She gave him a big long hug, and told him she wanted to stay with him anyways. Then, leaning forward, she told him "I love you" for the first time, and gave him a kiss that melted away all his fears.

This troper has a real-life roleplay with a few friends, where we roleplay as a dysfunctional family. Normally, I play the part of the least favorite child, and my friend who acts as the mother will say things like "Oh, my least favorite!" or, when I say "I love you, mommy!" say "I hate you too!". Recently I had to stay home from school for a few days because a bad breakup left me depressed; when I logged onto Facebook, the friend who rps as my mother had posted on my wall, in character, showing concern for me, saying "I was concerned about my least favorite baby!". Also, one of my lifelong friends (who plays the role of my brother in our game, but that isn't important), who is very much a Tsundere and frequently expresses his hatred for everyone, asked me if I was okay and said he would always be there for me.

This troper has a good many [=CMoHs=] to do with the animals her family's had over the years. One, an amazon parrot, was adopted from a man who bred birds, sold because he wouldn't breed. When her mother first saw him, he was shivering in a corner, shared stiff. Within a few weeks, she and the parrot were completely bonded, and he (Felix) is still with them today. Others:

A pair of exceptionally friendly rats were surrendered to this troper's local humane society, because they were unwanted. The subsequent adoption of those two rats inspired her family's lifelong love of them as pets, eventually reaching a peak of 13 rats in one sitting about a year later.

Upon the devastating passing of her cockatiel named Gorgeous, this troper's mother posted a photo of her on facebook in memoriam. A friend of her mother's wrote back that she had recently rescued an 11-year-old cockatiel from a neglectful home (his previous owner had had chronic back pain and chainsmoked so much that when given a bath, the water ran yellow from his feathers). He was underweight, unbalanced (literally), and featherpicked. However, when her mother offered a hand to him, he immediately got on. A few months later, the cockatiel (now named Baby) is living in this troper's kitchen with the other birds; neaurotic, but appreciative of the attention he recieves, closing his eyes whenever talked to, and calling after "his flock" whenever one of them leave the house.

I am cursed with the ownership of a cat afraid to eat by himself. It's probably because of the whole "watering hole" dealy in the wild. He will always meow and lead us into the kitchen when he wants to eat. A while ago, I was walking to the kitchen, and I saw my sister (who, I can't lie, is a bit of a JerkAss.) there, standing in the center of the floor with my cat. She said "psst" because that draws his attention. Then she rubbed her head against his and whispered to him, "If you call me I will be there." It was one of the most weirdly sweet things I've seen her done.

This troper had a friend whom he had (unrequited) romantic feelings towards for years, following a one-night stand. When I finally confessed this to her, she just smiled a little and kissed me. And then said "Just because I can't love you in the way that you want me to, doesn't mean I don't love you with all my heart." Nothing's changed between us since then- and nothing has to.

This troper, who I will now refer in the first person to avoid confusion, spent most of his middle school life not trusting people. I had a bad childhood and assumed that everyone was out to hurt me, so I never trusted anyone, always being mean to them before they could be mean to me. This lead to me being left alone by pretty much everyone, who I thought they all hated me. One day, a new student moved to my school. From that first day, that new student constantly picked on me, getting worse and worse, calling me names like "Worthless" and laughing at me whenever I tried to stand up for myself. It all reached a climax one day during class where the teacher walked in on me yelling at the bully, who of course, didn't appear to have done anything wrong. I told the teacher about how he had been bullying me. She turned to the class to ask if they could back up my claim. I instantly thought that everyone would side with the bully and leave me to dry. But no, they told the teacher about all the things the bully had done to me. They were on ''my'' side. Said bully was promptly punished, and I was amazed. Even though I had been so mean and distrusting of them all, they had stood up for me.

this troper is very self conscious about her writing- she always feels like it's crap. someone posted it on Fanfic recs last week. this troper has not stopped smiling since. the best part? she's questioned all of her friends that she knows have read the story in question and have used TV Tropes.... the Idea that right now, there is someone she's never met who likes the story enough to do that... it just makes her so happy. to make things better, she's received a ton of reviews- none of which were flames. :)

This troper has spent the last 8 months obsessing over a girl in his high school, a year older than him. She was something of a self-proclaimed EmotionlessGirl (the truth of that statement is highly debatable). In a heart-to-heart with her in recent days, we were talking about it, trying to figure out what happened when. I got angry and I lashed out at her, "You know, I've been thinking. About how I obsessed, how I felt about you, how our relationship would have been… I can't help but think I deserve better". Immediately after I said it, I felt like I'd just had a personal Dethroning Moment of Suck. She looked at me for a moment, wearing the same smile she did when she turned me down on day 1, rubbed my shoulder (a big deal for someone who has been known to resort to physical violence rather than get hugged), and said, "You're right. You're totally right. You deserve someone who will care about you and for you, someone who can love you as much as you love them… and you won't get it from someone like me. You deserve to move on. You deserve a girl who can love you. But if I could love anyone… it would be you." After that, she simply picked up her bags and hopped on the bus.

You know what? I just want to thank you guys. I've been in a bit of a bind lately, been sort of wondering whether or not there is a god, humanity is ultimately good and yadda-yadda-yadda. Two years ago I was a militant atheist who thought that Richard Dawkins was the best thing sine sliced Bibles; and then I became an agnostic who said that you can't, and sort of just rested on my laurels there, secure that I had the only sane and logical approach to God ever, ever. The beginning of the end of all of that was when I started looking at Nietzsche, funnily enough. I really liked the idea of being one of those strong, autonomous noble chaps and convinced myself that because of my unfaltering charm and lust for life, I was. Whether or not the last bit is true is not important. What is is that after a particularly odd week where I was put through a goodly number of wringers, I sat down and started reading this page. And then I had to go to bed because it was two am. And then I did it again. And this time I got all the way to the end. It was probably a few things all working together, and the fact that it had been a weird time for me probably made me more open to the idea, but I remember that the first time I ever felt something light up inside me, something that I really couldn't explain was when I was reading this page. It was like someone had sparked a lighter inside me, in some place I couldn't feel even if I was looking at someone I fancied. It was...deeper than that. I guess a way to describe it would be like the Princess and the Pea. There was this immense gulf between my skin and whatever was deep down inside of me, but through all of that space and density (it felt like an empty gulf and a mile of concrete at the same time) there was this feeling of joy. That everything was going to be alright. Everything. I want to thank you, TV Tropes, for giving me religion.

This is coming from someone who's own grandmother had been recovering from breast cancer (who's mother also had it; we suspect it runs in the family). A friend of mine, who we'll call Suzanne, has a grandmother with breast cancer, herself, and is extremely distraught over losing her hair, which she had reportedly loved so much. What does Suzanne decide to do? She shaves her head in honor of her grandmother; she (Suzanne) says her hair doesn't matter, but she knows how much it affects her grandmother. I still can't stop congratulating her for doing something I don't think even I could have done.

This troper has made quite a few mistakes and had been taking out her depression by cutting, I felt really bad about it after and stopped out of guilt but I still had yet to tell anyone about it. At a sleep over with some friends, I was laying with my Best friend and on impluse I told her and showed her in the bathroom. I thought she'd be angry and disapointed but she said that she just felt a huge amount of compassion for me. We fell asleep cuddleing. I haven't cut for about 4 months.

This troper was mostly an outcast and a loner after moving to a new state in 4th grade and things got progressively worse toward the end of middle school. In high school, I began to find myself and found a social niche for the first time in years. However, throughout the whole time, I was never sure what others thought of me, and I was afraid that I'd developed the same reputation for being an annoying little pest as I had in middle school. Flash forward to senior year academic awards night, where I end up taking home several awards. The next day, in my French class, a couple of my classmates congratulate me and tell me that "everyone loves me." It took four years, but I think I've finally recovered.

This Troper works in the Humane Society's Kitten Nursery, where volunteers help take care of orphaned baby kittens. One day, he was taking care of a new kitten who had just came in. The kitten always seemed so sad, because it was an only child and had no siblings to play with. In fact, it kept trying to jump onto the second table to play with the other litters who were being taken care of. Anyway, This Troper decided to give the kitten some love, so he wrapped the kitten in a towel and held it in his lap. Immediately, the kitten lay down on its side and rubbed its little head against This Troper's arm. They sat there for 20 minutes while This Troper pet the kitten and played with it. Eventually, it fell asleep, but it and This Troper were instant friends. sadly, This Troper couldn't adopt it because his parents are allergic. See also TroperTales/HeartwarmingMoments2.