▲ 24 r/sadposting
write a sad story using 3 words
So i was wondering What could be the saddest story one could make using only 3 words
u/Dull-Personality5131 — 5 hours ago
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Man cries after mechanic tells him there's no need to pay
What began as a routine roadside repair late one night became an act of humanity when a motorcycle mechanic chose compassion over payment.
Thee Malay mechanic was called around 12.30am to fix a Chinese man’s motorcycle that had broken down by the roadside after its chain snapped and the front sprocket went missing.
The mechanic quoted a total fee of RM145, comprising RM25 for the front sprocket, RM80 for the chain and RM40 for labour.
After completing the repair, however, he noticed the customer had a remaining balance of RM176 in his Touch ’n Go e-wallet, and asked if the man would still have money for food after paying for the repair.
The customer appeared hesitant but repeatedly insisted on paying the full charges. However, the mechanic told him he would not have to pay for the service.
“It’s okay. Today I help you in your time of need, and if I need help in the future, others will help me too,” the mechanic said in the video.
Overcome with emotion, the man stepped forward and embraced the mechanic.
Video Source: tiktok @minyakhitamjalanan
u/fernandezq — 1 day ago
The worst thing is when your best friend betrays you.
u/Trick_Ask_892 — 3 days ago
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"Your home is not your home anymore."
I met him already; your pet he seems just as adorable as you described him to me. No wonder he takes your stress away.
I slowly took a step and stopped at the stairs, just as you told me you did every time you went home.
I am also currently at the spot where we used to talk over the phone all day and night about the things we wanted to achieve in life.
I have already met your parents; they seem even nicer and kinder than you made them out to be.
And now, I am lying in bed, forcing my eyes closed while waiting for a last chance to keep you and not lose you.
The silence fills the room while I stare at the door, hoping every time it opens that it might be you.
I was waiting for you to come home, calming the storm in me, setting aside the pain with hope and all my might.
I wanted to talk to you to tell you how much I wanted things to work out but then I realized: I was the only one.
I was the only one fighting for us. It is too late to create memories; When they have already become memoirs.
As I look into your eyes, you’re not even there. In that moment, I let go, realizing one thing: "Your home is not your home anymore."
-Briegette R.
u/ImNot_Bri — 1 day ago