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SALT LAKE CITY — It's hard to get out of bed on a Monday and even harder to go to work.
KSL.com strives to make your Monday better each week by sharing inspiring stories from our readers.
To send in the stories that have made your day better, email them in 100 words or less to mchristensen@ksl.com. Photos and videos are encouraged.
Saving the kids
JES
"Last week on Friday, our neighbor had a guy in his front yard grinding out a tree stump. My husband, with face mask and Roundup in hand, was out killing weeds (and my perennials too), and I was planting some new perennials near my front door. All of a sudden, the stump grinder stopped, the young man operating it flew like a bird over the neighbor's rocks and across the street in front of an oncoming pickup truck.
"Why? Because on the other side of the street were two very young toddlers unattended heading for Wasatch Boulevard. He scooped them up, handed them to someone in charge and returned to finish his job. Wasatch at this point is a speed disaster and one can barely cross the street in safety. Families with children often are in jeopardy while crossing to go to the park or even to church on Sunday. This guy was incredibly awesome. I don't know his name or who he works for. But with more people like this, the world would be a better place."
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Salina J.
"I am a recent stage four cancer survivor, and I made a trip this afternoon up to see my oncologist up by LDS hospital. (I live in Springville, and that is quite the drive.) I didn't pay attention to my gas gauge (chemo brain makes me forget things), and I forgot my wallet.
"As I was driving home in 103-degree weather, my gas light started to flash in rush hour traffic on the freeway. I pulled over to the nearest gas station (a Holladay/Chevron on State Street and Claybourne Avenue in South Salt Lake). All I had in the world was $1.70, with 35 miles to go to get home.
"I walked into the gas station almost in tears and started to explain my mistake. Without hesitation, the clerk, Becky Warren, swiped her credit card with a big smile and said without hesitation, 'Go fill up your tank, sweetheart!' I began to cry and asked if I could hug her. She let me take her picture, and she told me about some physical troubles of her own. She is in need of surgery on her foot, because of some torn ligaments, that her insurance company is refusing to pay for. This woman is on her feet all day, no doubt in pain, but still had a heart full of love and understanding for my troubles. I will never forget her kindness, and I will do my best to pay it forward."
