Letters to SSSSH

Some of the good-deed letters received at the Hal Reichle

Post Office Box 642 and at the SSSSH Website from

secret members of SSSSH!

To help navigate through these received good-deed letters, they are bookmarked by date and by special event.

SSSSH letters by year

      SSSSH letters from Events



I gave a $40.00 tip to a waitress at the Mustard Seed Restaurant. I heard two waitresses talking that she had a sick child, was down on her luck, and the last table she waited on had stiffed her without leaving a tip at all. I left a SSSSH card with the tip. As I was leaving the restaurant I looked back at the table and saw her reading the SSSSH card and crying. I felt really good. I know according to Hal's anonymous giving I shouldn't have looked back because I received a reward for giving by seeing the waitress so happy. Does this still count as pull9ing a Reichle? Keep up the good work.


I gave the lady at the toll road booth $20.00 and ten SSSSH cards. I told her to pay for the tolls of the next few cards until the $20.00 was gone and to give each driver a SSSSH card. She seemed surprised and said she would. I hope she did. What if she kept the money?


I printed out some good deed cards from the hal site. I dropped one in the tip can at the end of the car wash with $10.00 attached. It made me feel good. I think they split the tips amonmg all the washers. This is fun.


I bough a toy - a little wind up seal with a ball on its nose - and tried to give it to a small child walking with his mother in a super market parking lot. The mother would not let her little boy accepot the gift. The mother said their is a catch, that people don't do nice things like that any more that she is teaching her children to be afraid of approaching strangers. I asked the mother to read the Hal card, She didn't want to, she though it was a religious card asking for a donation or something similar. Finally she did. She felt better and took the toy seal. It's sad we live in a world where everyone is afraid of each other. Doing Reichles is good, but it is sometimes sad.

a friend trying to help too.


I was walking across a street in downtown Cleveland when a old man beggar approached me holding out a coffee cup asking for money for food. His name was Clarence. I told him I didn't believe he wanted the money for food, but for booze or drugs. He assured me it was for food for his family. I told him I did not believe he had a wife and kids. He said he did, and he lived in a little house about 10 miles away behind a beauty ship, and that he was just temporarily out of work, and that he thought begging was better than steeling. I told him again I didn't believe him. I said prove it, so I walked with him into a grocery store and told him to pick out what he needed. Each item he picked something he asked me if it was OK. I nodded yes. He kept asking with each item. I kept nodding yes. He picked bread, cereal, milk, bolonie, cup cakes, dried beef, fruits, beans, potatoes, and some candy. He kept asking permission for each thing. I kept nodding yes. He stopped, as if embarrassed, when he got to $50.00 worth of food. There were five bags of groceries. He could not carry them all. I asked how he was going to get them to his supposed house 10 miles away. Clarence was very polite and dignified. He said he would take the bus, that it goes buy his house. I said I didn't believe him, that I would drive him home, if this home existed. He thanked me and graciously asked for help carrying the groceries. I carried half of them as we went to my car parked one block away. He directed me to his house. It was ten miles away. It was behind a beauty shop. He did have a family and wife. He asked me my name and what church I went to. I told him I could not tell him my name and that I had not been in church in 20 years. I handed him a Hal card. He read it. He seemed confused. So was I. He was telling the truth all the time and I did not believe him. I apologized to Clarence. He did not understand why I was apologizing for buying his family food and driving him home. You're website is right. Sometimes giving is an adventure. I felt good, but I was also ashamed.



I saw that hotdogs were on sale in the grocery store so I purchased 100 of them and 100 buns. I then boiled them all on my stove in a large pot. When they were done, I put them into three 2-gallon thermos containers designed for drinks adding some of the hot water. I then drove to the inner city, set up a folding table on a street corner, put out ketchup, mustard, paper plates, and napkins. Within five minutes one man came and asked how much the hotdogs were. I said they were free. Twenty minutes later I was completely out of hot dogs. The homeless came from everywhere after only a few minutes. The word had quickly spread about my free hotdog stand. Where did they all come from? Where were they all hiding? How could they communicate with each other so fast? How could there be so many homeless in this one area? I was amazed! I had fun! I felt safe. I'm going to do this again. I did not give any of them good deed cards from Hal. I hope this still counts as pulling a Reichle?"