On September 14th, 1986, my dad dropped me off at boarding school and gave me a five dollar bill. I never heard from him again. He never paid my tuition bill.
So from the age of 14, I took every job I could get and worked my way through. At $4 an hour, I didn't even come close to paying off my entire bill, but the school let me stick around because I was a model student in and out of the classroom.
We get to graduation. I opened my little diploma thing expecting to see a bill in five figures. Instead there was a note.
Congratulations on your graduation. A group of us who believe in you and love you have taken care of your bill. We are proud to present you with your diploma.
I later found out that one of my friend's dad, a fairly well off dentist, went fundraising among his golf buddies because he was having none of my entering life at eighteen under crushing debt.
My mom was dying, she lived in Australia and I live in Georgia.
My husband had been laid off from work and I couldn't afford to fly to Australia on a last minute basis.
A person that I only know from a message board used her frequent flyer miles and paid for my trip to Australia... not only that but she booked me first class both ways.
I had a science teacher back in middle school who after grading each test would call me into his classroom and ask me every question I had gotten wrong in case I'd misread the question or couldn't get the answer onto paper. If I could explain the answer to him he'd mark it right. He was a good man.
I'm dyslexic and dysgraphic. He was the teacher that helped me out the most.
I was fresh out of college with a tech job where I was vastly underpaid. I was working 40+ hours a week, I had no benefits, and it was non-profit so they screwed with my taxes being removed from my check because they could. It was a bad situation.
The dress code was business casual. All of my clothes from college were worn through and coming apart. One afternoon, my roommate's mom shows up at our apartment and gives me a stack of clothes, all perfectly my size, and says she got them for her husband and he didn't want them.
A month or so later I was at their house and I noticed that I was nearly 6 inches taller and 50 pounds lighter than her husband. She got those for me and was trying to spare my pride.