Top 10 Most Touching Stories About Shoes

Honestly, I can't remember exactly when I became a shoe addict. I just recall one fine day realizing that whenever I went outside, I'd first look at people's shoes to judge their style. If the shoes were nice, I'd follow my gaze upwards, knowing that the rest of their outfit would also be stylish, as they had good taste.

What defines a beautiful pair of shoes has evolved over time. When I had my first job and earned my own money, I started shopping for clothes and shoes, though my taste wasn't fully formed yet. Back then, I'd often follow the choices of my aunt, boss, or colleagues and pick similar shoes for myself.

As I moved to my second job and traveled internationally, my tastes became more defined. I began to develop a clearer sense of what I liked and what suited me best. I no longer followed trends. With a higher salary, my love for shoes truly flourished. I was all about quantity and height, preferring the highest heels. Pain? No problem. I’d sacrifice comfort for beauty, and bandages and insoles would provide “emergency” relief. This is when I entered the world of luxury shoes. It might seem superficial, but the price of a luxury shoe made a big difference — from the shape, the leather quality, the design, to the feeling of walking on air. And of course, there was also the hidden meaning behind the brand name.

Luxury shoes make a difference.

Now, in my third job and as a mother of a lively two-year-old, my love for shoes hasn't faded, but my choices have changed. Quality and comfort are my top priorities now. I’m more honest with myself and care more about my feet (and my spine). I won’t buy shoes that cause any discomfort, no matter how beautiful they look. My shoe collection is more curated, with timeless classics that never go out of style: black 7cm Sergio Rossi stilettos, Bally's sturdy tan pumps for jeans, Salvatore Ferragamo's comfortable Vara ballet flats, Repetto ballet flats for weekends, YSL’s iconic high pumps for evening events, and a pair of Jimmy Choo's sexy sandals.

Love for shoes.

The love for shoes never fades.

I believe the love for shoes evolves over time with life experiences. Shoes can reflect the wearer's personality. They are like a close friend, accompanying you everywhere, occasionally causing discomfort, but always understanding you, boosting your confidence and uplifting you when they're with you.

When I was a child, I once saw my cousin wearing a pair of blue rubber sandals. They looked so beautiful! The shoes fit snugly around the feet. The body of the shoe was made from firm fabric, shaped elegantly, with a color resembling the sky in autumn. Near the ankle, two rows of stitching held a thin white cord crossing over. I imagined that wearing them would make me walk lighter and faster on the smooth dirt roads of the village, as my friends looked on enviously.

But dreams are just dreams, and since my family was very poor, I couldn't afford those blue sandals. As I grew older, I worked as a team leader in a neighborhood. I was in charge of a boy named Lai who spent his time wandering around and not attending school. My job was to encourage him to study. To connect with Lai, I had to walk with him around the streets. One day, I saw him staring intently at a shop window where a pair of blue sandals were on display. His eyes reminded me of my own childhood wish to have such sandals. I decided to buy them for him as a reward for his first day at school.

When Lai received the shoes, his hands trembled. He kept looking at the shoes, then at his feet, moving nervously. As he left the class, he tied the shoes together and hung them around his neck, hopping joyfully. Isn't it incredible how simple and small human dreams can be? This story celebrates the compassionate heart of the team leader, a person who lives beautifully and knows how to bring joy and happiness to others.

Ngày ấy, cậu không có nổi một bộ áo quần lành lặn để đến trường. Tất cả chỉ là đồ thải đi của họ hàng từ thành phố gửi về.

Nó cũ kĩ, nhăn nhúm như ruột mèo. Vậy nên, khốn khổ thân câu, luôn phải chịu sự chế giễu từ bạn bè. Cái tuổi non nớt, hàng ngày câu chỉ biết than thân, trách phận. Cậu đỗ hết tội lỗi vì cái nghèo cho bố mẹ dù họ đã bằng mọi cách kiếm tiền để lèo lái cả gia đình đến ngày hôm nay. Bốn đứa con đang tuổi ăn học. chúng hơn nhau chỉ vài tuổi. Cậu là con thứ 2, vậy mà chưa bao giờ cậu đưa đôi tay mình ra để đỡ lấy tí chút nhọc nhằn giúp bố mẹ. cậu cho mình cái quyền đó, vì nghĩ rằng: "Họ đẻ ra cậu được thì phải có trách nhiệm nuôi cậu”.

Một thời gian sau, mọi việc chẳng có gì thay đổi nếu như bố cậu không mang về một đôi giày. Tuy cũ nhưng còn nguyên vẹn. Kiểu giày cậu thích mà họ thì không thể mua một đôi giày trưng bày trong cửa hàng. Bố cậu đã tưởng tượng ra nét mặt cậu vui vẻ khi đón lấy món quà đó từ cha. Nhưng ngược lại, cậu cầm lấy rồi ném thẳng nó xuống góc giường. Quay lưng bỏ đi.

Cũng ngay chiều hôm đó, do một chút bẩn cẩn, bố cậu bị té trên cao xuống khi đang lợp mái nhà thuê cho hàng xóm . Mọi người tất tả đưa ông đến viện, nhưng do tuổi cao, nhọc nhằn bấy lâu nên cha cậu không thể vượt qua. Giây phút đó, cậu đang ở trên trường, còn mãi trách móc cái nghèo, thì ở trạm xá cha cậu trút hơi thở cuối cùng. Chỉ kịp nhắn lại: "đôi giày…”

Quá tiếc thương vì trụ cột gia đình ra đi đột ngột, mẹ cậu cũng ngã quỵ. Chị và hai đứa em phải bỏ ngang việc học giữa chừng để kiếm sống và dành lại tiền cho cậu cơ hội tiếp tục đến trường. Bởi họ tin tưởng cậu là người sáng dạ, sẽ thành đạt. Nhưng đáng tiếc thay, cậu vẫn thế, vẫn ì ạch trong học lực, vẫn thường chán nản như xưa.

Rồi tất bật cuốn mọi thứ đi, đôi giày vẫn năm trong góc. Không ai còn nhớ đển lời cha cậu thì thầm chiều hôm đó.

Một buổi sáng nghỉ học, cậu mang quả bóng ra chơi, bất cẩn cậu làm rơi vào góc giường. bên cạnh đôi giày cũ, nay lại càng cũ vì thời gian. Chần chừ một hồi, cậu xỏ vào chân. Như vướng phải cái gì đó, cậu đút tay vào bên trong. Một tờ giấy được gấp tư, cùng một sợi dây bé tí.

Là nét chữ của cha cậu, cậu bồi hồi mở ra:

“Con trai của bố!
Bố xin lỗi vì đã bắt con lớn lên trong gia đình này, bố không thể mang đến cho con cuộc sống như con mong muốn, ước ao. Là lỗi của bố, bố không trách con vì bố biết, con đáng lẽ có thể được tất cả mọi thứ con cần nếu như bố không vì quá thương đứa bé bị một gia đình giàu có bỏ rơi, họ sợ sẽ bị kỉ luật khi sinh con là đứa thứ ba trong gia đình, tương lai họ sẽ mất. Nên bố đã mang con về khi bố đẩy xe nước mía đi qua đó, một người đàn bà đã năn nỉ bố giúp họ bỏ con đi hoặc cho ai cũng được, miễn đừng để con lảng vảng đến. Rồi không một lời trăn trối họ quay lưng sau khi dúi vào tay bố một bọc tiền.

Bố về đưa số tiền đó cho mẹ để mua sữa nuôi con. Nhưng vì gia đình ta khốn khó quá nên sau khi hai em con ra đời thì sô tiền đó cũng hết. Vậy là, con trai của cha đã phải lớn lên trong thiếu thốn.

Cha, mẹ và các chị em chưa bao giờ xem con là đứa con rơi. Mọi người yêu thương và xem con như một phần không thể thiếu trong gia đình.

Khi nhìn vào mắt con, bố hiểu được con nghĩ gì. Nhưng hãy thông cảm cho bố mẹ. Chúng ta đã cố gắng hết sức rồi.

Sau nhiều đêm đắn đo. Chúng ta quyết định sẽ nói địa chỉ bố mẹ đẻ của con để con tìm đến họ, có thể bây giờ họ cũng đang hối hận và nhớ đến con, hãy cầm lấy sợi dây mà ngày xưa họ đeo ở chân cho con ấy, mang đôi giày này nữa, chắc là của ai trong gia đình, bố đã nhặt được khi đi qua nhà đó. Con hãy sống cuộc sống dành cho mình, còn bố mẹ và chị em của con sẽ vui vẻ chấp nhận. Nhưng hãy nhớ, nếu họ hất hủi, từ chối con thì cứ quay về đây, mọi người luôn dang rộng vòng tay chào đón con, con nhé.

Cả nhà yêu con…
Địa chỉ: số 5, đường…”

One day, a young student had the opportunity to take a walk with his professor. The professor was often affectionately called "the friend of students" due to his friendliness and kindness towards his pupils.

As they walked, they came across a pair of old shoes in the middle of the road. They assumed the shoes belonged to a poor farmer working in a nearby field, likely finishing his work for the day.

The student turned to the professor and said, "Let's have some fun with the farmer. I'll hide his shoes and we can hide behind those bushes to watch his reaction when he can't find them!"

The professor stopped him: "Young friend, we should never make fun of poor people to amuse ourselves. You, being a privileged student, can find much greater joy without hurting others. Instead, place a coin inside each shoe and let's see his reaction."

The student followed the professor's advice and they both hid behind the nearby bushes. Soon, the farmer finished his work and walked across the field to his shoes and coat. As he put on his coat and slipped his foot into one of the shoes, he felt something hard inside. He bent down to investigate and found a coin.

He was astonished, staring at the coin, flipping it over and inspecting it closely. He looked around but saw no one. He then put the coin in his pocket and proceeded to put his foot into the other shoe. His astonishment grew even more when he discovered a second coin inside.

Overwhelmed with emotion, the farmer knelt, looked up to the sky, and loudly expressed his heartfelt gratitude. He thanked the unseen but generous hands that had sent him a timely gift, which would help his family escape poverty, care for his sick wife, and feed his hungry children.

The student was moved to tears. The professor spoke: "Do you still think you would have felt happier if you had played a trick on him?" The young man replied, "Professor, you've taught me a lesson I'll never forget. Now I understand the true meaning of the saying I once didn't understand: It is better to give than to receive."

"Once, my father had an accident during his work, and he became disabled, relying on crutches to move. He started practicing walking without crutches when I, his firstborn daughter, told him I wanted to get married. Each step he took was dangerous...

I didn't want my fiancé to see my father with his crutches when he came to meet the family. After the first meeting with my future husband, my father worked even harder on his walking. Every attempt left his face drenched in sweat, etched with deep wrinkles. No matter how much I advised him, he replied: "If I want to walk you down the aisle at the wedding, I must be able to walk on my own first." But I was selfish, secretly hoping one of my uncles would take my father's place during the wedding. I didn't want my husband's family to see my father stumbling with his prosthetic leg. My father kept practicing with a pair of white Bata men's shoes, which I don't even know where he found them.

The wedding day was drawing near. Though I understood my father’s determination, I started to fear the day. What if he tripped? What would the guests say about him afterward? Days passed, and I sighed. Finally, the wedding day arrived.

In my wedding dress, I was overwhelmed with joy as I received the congratulations. When my father limped into the bridal room, I froze when I saw his shoes. They were not a pair of formal leather shoes, nor did they match my beautiful wedding dress. They were just a pair of white Bata shoes. Who made him wear those, I wondered?

I blushed deeply. Thinking of my father's shoes, I couldn't smile throughout the ceremony. Years later, when I rushed to the hospital to visit my father after hearing he was seriously ill, I learned the story behind the shoes he wore when he walked me down the aisle. "Remember to treat your husband well. Actually, I wasn't confident enough to walk you down the aisle that day. But your husband visited me every day, encouraged me, and even bought me those white Bata shoes so I wouldn't fall."

I was speechless. The men's shoes my father wore are now old and worn out. He has passed away, and will never wear them again.

At the train station, a skinny boy with a broken sandal stopped and went to a corner, trying to fix his worn-out sandal. His facial expressions shifted from calm to frustration, angry at himself for not being able to fix it and at the sandal for not 'trying' on its own.

While deep in thought, unsure of what to do, a pair of black leather shoes passed by him. The owner of the shoes was a boy who, while walking, was polishing the shoes with a cloth. He sat down, continuing to care for his shoes with great respect.

Unbeknownst to the boy, another boy, sitting far away, was watching him intently with admiration for his polished shoes. Not long after, the train arrived, and the crowd pushed forward. Unfortunately, the boy lost one of his shoes. The boy with the broken sandal noticed the lost shoe, ran over to pick it up, and glanced around, seemingly checking if anyone was paying attention. Everyone thought he would keep the shoe, but instead, he ran after the train, hoping to return it. However, he couldn't catch up.

Unexpectedly, the boy who lost the shoe threw the remaining shoe to the boy with the broken sandal. They looked at each other, smiled, and waved a goodbye...

In that moment, both of them were incredibly happy...

Karim and Obeid, both of a similar age, lived in a region of Gaza near the Israeli border. While they had always played together and went to school side by side since childhood, they only truly became best friends after both suffered injuries from bombings.

In early 2011, Israel bombed two households in Gaza, Palestine. Obeid rushed to the scene to help transport the injured. At that moment, another bomb fell, severely injuring his eyes, arms, and back. The most painful part was losing his left leg. He was just shy of 20 years old.

Obeid recalls that Karim was the first to rush to his side. Karim stayed by his side, comforting him, giving hope to a man who had lost the will to live. Five years later, tragedy struck again when Karim became a victim of a similar bombing, this time losing his right leg.

Karim says, "Obeid helped me heal my emotional wounds, just as I helped him five years ago." He fondly remembers how, in an attempt to cheer him up, Obeid optimistically said, "Look, now we’re alike."

The shared hardship brought them even closer. Karim shared, "We’ve gotten used to it, and we do almost everything together. We shop for clothes and buy shoes together."

When asked about riding motorcycles together, Karim remembered, "The first time Obeid invited me to ride with him, I was too scared to try. But he encouraged me, saying, 'Let’s give it a shot.' And, thank God, we succeeded!"

As part of a nature lesson, the teacher decided to take the students on a rural field trip. The city kids were excited to see the peaceful countryside firsthand. As the group was about to leave, one student spotted a pair of worn shoes by the edge of a field, likely belonging to a poor farmer heading home after a long day of hard work in the fields.

The student excitedly suggested, "Hey, why don't we hide the shoes and sneak away? Let's see how the farmer reacts. It could be a funny moment for us all!"

Before the others could agree, the teacher stepped in and sternly said, "I don't think that's a funny idea. In fact, it could be very wrong. We've had a wonderful field trip today, and I want you to remember it as a good experience. Why not put some coins in the shoes and then watch the farmer's reaction instead?"

The children exchanged glances and without hesitation, each placed a coin in one of the shoes, then quickly found hiding spots to observe. The farmer, weary from the day's work, walked over to the shoes and started to put them on. He was surprised to find coins in the left shoe. He took them out and looked around, wondering if someone had lost them. After searching without success, he carefully put the coins in his pocket.

Next, he put on the other shoe and felt something hard underfoot. He bent down and discovered more coins. Holding them in his hand, tears unexpectedly welled up in his eyes.

The farmer, touched, clasped his hands together and gazed upwards, saying, "Thank you, God! Please allow me to send my gratitude to the anonymous person who helped me today. I can never repay this debt, but thanks to this generous act, my children will not go hungry tonight. I'll use this money to buy medicine for my wife and bread for the kids."

The farmer left for home, his eyes filled with tears. The students, who had watched the whole scene, stood in stunned silence, moved beyond words.

The teacher gently asked, "Now, how do you feel? Is it better to hide the shoes for a laugh, or is it more rewarding to help someone in need?" The student who had suggested the prank, now deeply moved, replied, "I'm sorry, teacher, for not thinking this through. I will never forget this lesson. Now I understand that the joy of giving far outweighs the joy of receiving. The happiness of giving is limitless. Thank you so much, teacher!"

A poor boy couldn't afford a decent pair of shoes. Every day, whether going to school or playing, he wore the same old, worn-out shoes. They were so tattered that the toes of his feet stuck out, making the shoes barely recognizable as proper footwear. He hated them and felt ashamed, avoiding other kids out of fear they'd make fun of him. He often found himself alone, staring at his shoes and muttering, 'I hate you.'

One day, while watching the other kids play, he saw another boy, about his age, wearing beautiful shoes. 'Wow! How gorgeous!' he whispered to himself, then looked back down at his worn-out shoes in disappointment. He went under a tree and began to wish he could be like that boy with the perfect shoes. Closing his eyes, he dreamed, 'I want to be that boy.' And when he opened his eyes, he found himself sitting on a chair, wearing fine clothes and the shoes he'd always dreamed of. Overjoyed, he realized his dream had come true.

But then an elderly woman appeared, pushing a wheelchair toward him, smiling and asking him to come along so she could take him home. When he tried to stand up, he was stunned to realize that his legs no longer moved. From that moment, he was bound to a wheelchair. Looking over at the tree where he'd seen the other boy, he watched as the boy in the beautiful shoes ran and played, wearing the same old shoes and clothes the boy had once worn.

This story about shoes, which might seem like a child's desire for something new, carries a deep lesson: Nothing is perfect! Don't judge things by their appearance. Sometimes, what we dislike most might be what others long for. Instead of complaining about what others have, we should learn to accept, love, and work on improving ourselves.

A preacher once brought his old shoes to be repaired, patching up the worn spots and reattaching the soles. He had repaired them so many times, the shoemaker had grown frustrated and said:
– Sir, these shoes are too old... you can buy a new pair.
The preacher smiled and replied:
– I could, but I truly want to keep these.
– Why is that?
The preacher slowly explained:

Ten years ago, my father, a retired pastor, visited me during my early days of ministry. Despite being poor, he was rich in love for me. With his pension savings, he bought me a new pair of leather shoes. I was deeply moved but hesitated to accept them:
– Father, I should be buying new shoes for you, not the other way around…
My father interrupted:
– I didn’t give them to you, son; I’m just swapping your old ones with these.

He then smiled and placed my old shoes in his bag, replacing them with the new pair on the shelf. Overcome with emotion, I wanted to express so much to my father, but my throat tightened, and I couldn’t speak. Understanding my feelings, he gently explained:
– You need to wear these shoes for your work every week, to honor your ministry. As for me, I’ll be fine wearing these old ones. Please accept them, it will make me happy…

My father is no longer with me, but these shoes remain a cherished reminder of his love, guiding me in my work for the Lord, both in life and in my heart.