Every now and then it takes a child to come along and renew a grown up's faith in humanity - and not a moment too soon. One such boy is Jack Swanson, who raided his piggy bank to help a Texas mosque vandalized in the wake of the Paris attacks, which left 129 people dead.
Dianne Hoffmeyer, a Canadian living in Michigan, was in line to buy some Timbits for her toddler when the pair of middle-aged women ridiculed her. They commented on her "nasty" hair and called her a whale. "Oh the whale needs to eat," they said.
It's back to school time which, for a lot of kids, sadly means back to being bullied. And the only one thing worse than being bullied yourself is watching your children being bullied.
Are you having one of those days? Me, too, as a matter of fact. But I know just the thing to cheer you up: a poem with the opening line "Today was the absolute worst day ever."
A gentleman is so much more than a guy in a debonair jacket. That's the conclusion Kirk Chugg arrived at when his five year-old son put the "What's a gentleman?" question to him.
Not only is Richard Branson making the world a better place for his Virgin employees, but he is also supporting kids with learning differences. "When my perons (sic) told me I had dslexia," wrote a nine year-old girl, "I thort (sic) my life was ruined."
If you thought Shakespeare was the only dude with a knack for writing about love, you'd be wrong. The love letter is not dead, only dormant. Sometimes the most heart-melting missives are penned by people you'd never suspect.
His name rhymes with Bono, and to some kids he's way cooler than Santa. And even though you've never heard of Jono Lancaster - much like the jolly man in the red suit - he's been travelling the world, brightening young lives all around him.
Lancaster has Treacher Collins' syndrome, a rare genetic disorder that prevents the skull, jawbones and cheeks from developing completely.
Some men may not have a clue when it comes to what women want, but some boys sure do. Take this viral letter from Reddit, penned (ok, transcribed verbatim by mom, Jennifer) from four-year-old Bennet to the object of his young affection, Baily.