.In the spring, an occurrence in the city appeared to be ordinary. The health check resulted in the removal of roughly 20,000 chicken eggs from retailers.
The majority were considered unacceptable due to being expired, cracked, or unclean. All were transferred to the city landfill, which was surrounded by barbed wire.
Trucks unloaded egg cartons like typical rubbish. After a few days, the boxes came apart in the rain, some were pecked by birds, and the remainder were simply lost amid the debris.
Residents quickly forgot about it. However, three months later, something unexpected occurred.
Early in the morning, the landfill caretaker noticed that the crows were not settling on the organic trash pile as they usually did. He approached—and froze.
Something was moving within the heap of rubbish. Thousands of tiny yellow fluff balls ran over rotten potatoes and empty yogurt containers. Small, squeaky, and lively. Chicks. There were several of them.
They were everywhere—between tires, behind plastic bottles, and in the cracks of old furniture. How did they survive? How did they hatch without an incubator, hen, or care?
The news quickly traveled throughout the city. People gathered to witness the “miracle.” Scientists were perplexed; there was no logic behind it.
The landfill provided no conditions for hatching, particularly after such a long time. Locals began dubbing them “chicks from nowhere.”
The chicks began to be adopted – some out of compassion, some out of superstition. Although government agencies could not provide an explanation, city residents knew that these were more than merely chicks. It was a wonder born in the rubbish.
2nd Story: The College Student Who Stopped to Help Us — and the Surprise Years Later
My wife and I were driving home from a party late one night when our car broke down in the middle of nowhere.
It was long before cell phones, so we sat under the stars, hoping someone would pass by. After nearly an hour, a young man stopped and offered us a ride to town.
We tried to pay him, but he just smiled and said, “I’m happy to help.” We thanked him and never forgot his kindness.
Years passed, and life carried on. We talked about that night sometimes — how a stranger had gone out of his way to help two people he didn’t know.
One afternoon, my wife called me at work, her voice trembling with emotion. “Turn on the news,” she said softly. I did, not knowing my heart was about to stop for a moment.
The headline read about a brave doctor who had lost his life while saving others during a hospital emergency.
The name was familiar — the same college student who had once helped us all those years ago. I sat there frozen, memories of that rainy night flooding back. The man who had once rescued us had spent his life rescuing others.
Tears filled my eyes as I realized that kindness never fades — it simply echoes forward through every good thing we do.
That young man’s compassion had come full circle, reminding me that one small act can ripple across a lifetime. He didn’t just give us a ride that night — he gave us a lesson we still carry in our hearts: goodness, once shared, never truly ends