Hey Pandas, What Is Something Wholesome You Witnessed? (Closed)

For the story, some background info is needed.
Most of my family are - for simpler understanding using US terms, though we are not from the US - democrats. Some more center, some, like me, more left wing. My dad however is full on republican. Not MAGA, but old school republican. Obviously we had our fair share of debates, but always mutually respectful.
My little 20yo cousin lives next door and has been having dinner with us around twice a week for years. Dad really likes cousin, who has struggled with depression for many years.
2 years ago, cousin came out as trans. Now for most of my family, no big deal. But for my 73yo conservative manly man dad, cousin was scared. And I get it-dad didn't grow up in a world of LGBTQI+ and for a fair amount of time, he just doesn't get it. No hate, just also not supportive. So I quietly said "Dad, you love cousin. You know how unhappy he was as old name. All you need to do is call her by her new name and we can finally help her be happy". Next time he saw her, he took her to the side and said, and I quote: "New name, they told me this is who you are. You only got one life so you better go live it as the person you are! You will always be welcome here!". 2 years, not once has he used the wrong pronouns or name. Not one side remark, neither in front of her norbbehind her back. Nothing. Cousin is still over for dinners, as her amazing self. I am so very proud of both of them.

My dog gets super nervous when I trim her nails, last time I did my rabbit came over and cuddle her and it calmed her down,.

The most adorable couple ever. I was at a restaurant with my family and they were staring at each other moony-eyed while I sat at the next table over. They caught my attention because they were laughing so loudly. I watched her spoon pasta into his mouth before they kissed (at this point I looked away).
When the waiter asked if they were a couple, he said yes and that she was his bride. She then told the waiter they'd been married for years but he'd still call her that.
At one point they got the check and were about to leave. I was still breaking my neck trying to watch, and when she said something about being tired, he grabbed her bridal style and carried her to the door while she laughed and yelled playfully for him to put her down.
I was absolutely not jealous of being single in that moment.

I was standing in line at a McDonalds when the folks in front of us, a couple with their 3-or-so year old boy, reached the counter. The kid wasn't tall enough to see over the counter, so he quickly ran around the corner, grabbed a booster seat, and dropped it in front of the counter so he could see over it to order his own meal. The young woman taking his order leaned over to ask what he wanted, rather than asking his parents.

My dogs trotting toward me every time I go into the backyard.

I was at a MARTA (Atlanta public transit) rail station waiting for a bus. When it arrived, an elderly woman was trying to get off with a wheeled basket full of stuff. She couldn't quite get it to go from the bus door to the curb. A man saw her struggle, and picked up the basket and moved it to the ground, then stood by to make sure she got off OK and handed it back to her.

I was walking around town and I was sad, really very sad, because I had just had an argument with my boyfriend, to the point of running away from home. A homeless man said to me “Good evening ma’am!” and I replied sadly, “Good evening.” He asked me: “Are you okay?” I nodded sadly. He hugged me and said, "It's going to be okay. Jesus loves you." I'm not religious, but I felt blessed that he was so kind to me.

Not me but a friend of mine. He worked with man called George who was putting it simply was an out and out racist. George didn't like paying by card for anything (he's dead now) so he would take out what was then large amounts of money from ATM's. He lived in a city in England called Bradford with is known for being very windy. One day he took out £200 (this was in the late 80's so quite a lot of money. For some reason he decided to take it all out of his wallet in the street (in a very windy city) to re-count it. Well, the obvious happened and it all blew away down the street. Two young Asian lads were the only people who stopped to help him (he was quite old by then could not chase his cash). The brought it all back to him and made sure that he counted it. It was all there. When they spoke about this very kind act, all he had to say was "those bl@@@y P@@ies could have stolen it. There are as my Gran used to say, two sides to every coin.

This is me that it happened with. I reached the stage where, in my religion, I had to wear my hijab. I was worried, going to the mall for the first time with my hijab on, thinking someone was going to hurt me because I was Muslim. I went grocery shopping for mum. When I went to pay, there was a card problem. A lady kindly said "I'll pay for you" Keep in mind, this was $35 dollars worth of food. She payed and I kept thanking her. Turns out, she was a relief teacher at my primary school! Will never forget her. Thanks, Mrs Poad!