Pay It Forward Stories
A collection of your stories from around the world that give hope, provide strength, and inspire others to pay it forward everyday.
My son lives with Crohn's disease and a kidney disease. Every day he's reminded of his struggles but never let's it show; he simple wears a smile and keeps fighting to have a "normal day". His strength inspires me. It breaks my heart that I cannot take away his pain, his struggle - but I can remind him that his strength is an inspiration to me. I'm GIVING him this KEY to wear as a symbol of my love and admiration. (I love you Dano!)
For my birthday about two years ago, my older sister Jess gave me a Giving Key with the word BRAVE engraved on it. My sister is my rock. She had seen me break off a relationship promising riches and social status, because it was void of love and passion, and watched as I rebuilt my individuality and my trust in God. It meant so much that she acknowledged my struggle and the bravery it took to make that choice and start over. I clung to that necklace for two years as a token of encouragement and love. Recently, I found...
About two years ago I received my Giving Key in a packet with my MOPS (Moms of Preschoolers) registration kit. I had never heard of these keys before but I was intrigued by the concept and loved my key so much that I felt like I could never part with it. It had the simple word COURAGE printed on it, and I thought that I could really use some of that. I had been going through a rough season personally and felt like that small word could be of use to me for inspiration to get through my days; aside...
Near my 16th birthday, I found out I had clinical depression and anxiety. With this knowledge, medications continually changed and I soldiered on. It was never easy, but I was able to bear it - at least until I was 19. At that point I thought my life was over. I was continuing my education at Utah State University and I had few friends, my boyfriend had recently moved away and my depression was overwhelming. I debated suicide multiple times. Thankfully, I never acted upon it. Being mentally unwell, I moved back home to take a break from school. It...
This is the most thoughtful gift I have ever received. My dad was a Holocaust survivor. He was born and raised a Jew in Amsterdam. When WWII happened, he went into hiding but was captured and became a prisoner of war. He was able to escape and not knowing what to do next-he made his way to England and signed with the Royal Air Force. He flew with them and unbelievably was the only survivor of a plane crash that killed all others aboard. About this time he learned that his parents had been killed upon arrival at Auschwitz. They...
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