What's the kindest thing a stranger has done for you?(382 Posts)
Equally, what is the kindest thing you have done for a stranger?
I often like to do random acts of kindness.
The one thing that sticks out regarding an act of kindness given to me what when I was heavily pregnant with DS and witnessed someone vying beaten up at the train station - I think they call it "steaming" - said stranger kindly found me somewhere to sit, chatted to me and then arranged a cab to take me home.
I always try to be kind and do nice things if I can.
I'm not a doormat either though, I like to think I have a medium base covered.
In the floods a couple of years back, I got stranded in a road 'lake', a biker pulled up on nearest dry land and waded in, water way over his boots, and pushed next out, I never knew who he was. Queues of cars either end and no one else attempted to get out.
A very nice man shared a taxi with me last week when the tube was buggered. He also paid for it. Lovely man who looked a bit like Richard Osman.
I always over estimate how long I spend in p&d car park s so hand my ticket on when possible.
I bought a homeless guy a cup of tea last winter. He'd just come in to the bus station to get out of the snow. He was so grateful and nice. It felt good to do something nice.
Supermarket carpark, we get back to car to discover flat tyre, dh starts doing it but not very efficiently, bloke who happens to be mechanic (and has his own kids waiting in his car) sees dh floundering a bit and comes over and sorts it out for us.
These things are a big deal when you have a car full of kids at the end of a long day, desperate to get them home.
The nicest thing I've done for a stranger is to let a recently-bereaved couple keep my missing cat, whom they found living as a stray and looked after. I thought they would benefit more from having her than I would, despite having looked for her desperately for 6 months.
The nicest thing a stranger's done for me was to attend to me when I collapsed with shock in the middle of M&S after taking a call to say that my best friend had been found drowned. She was a staff member, and I'll be forever grateful for her care & support in that awful moment. She took me into the staffroom, looked after me, made calls on my behalf and then arranged for a paid-for taxi for me.
I wrote to her after the event to thank her, and commended her to her manager. She sent me a lovely card in response.
This was exactly 10 years ago, but it still makes me emotional to remember her kindness.
I haven't had massive amounts of nice things done for me (not that I mind) but I have done lots of nice things for people. Bit like others, I like to please and just be a nice person.
One story though which I recall -
I pulled over on a busy motorway when a young girl got 'bumped' in to the fast last by an artic lorry from the middle lane (he didn't see her). I saw it happen and it could have been very serious but she controlled the car and managed to pull over. Lorry driver did too and so I pulled over as well. The girl was in shock, completely hysterical and the lorry driver was being an arse. I
instructed told him to get in his cab and wait for the police and called 999 for the girl. I held her hand and she called her dad. She was only about 18 I think, not long passed her test.
I got a call a few days later from her dad (I'd wrote my details on her uni pad for the insurance witness statement). He said he had looked out for his daughter every day of her life and the one day he wasn't looking, I was there and I was his angel. I cried on the phone. Thought it was lovely that he took the time to call me and thank me. The girl wouldn't get back in the car despite his best efforts, it had really shook her up.
Anaesthetist in hospital - made me cry as she held my hand for an entire operation under spinal, told me how proud she was of me and how much she admired me. She sat on my bed in recovery War after (I was last surgery that day) and gave me a proper hug Sent her a card telling her what a fab doctor she is and hope she got it.
Also hospital related, I was visiting my mum once and on her ward was a very distressed older lady with dementia. My mum was quite ill and was taken out to see a psychiatrist. The lady kept smiling at me. She then tried to get out of bed repeatedly, crying and even yanking out her catheter. I did call the nurse several times but she laughed at her, and just told her to get back to bed. I went over eventually, and she asked me for her suitcase. I asked what the great hurry was and she said her father would be waiting for her at home. This lady was past 85, mother and father long since deceased.
I couldn't help myself, I took her hand and asked her to tell me about her family. She settled into bed, and she spoke to me for two hours. She had grown up where I had, and told me all about her life. She was a radiographer and witnessed the beginning of the NHS. She'd gone to school in what's now a shopping centre, danced at my uni ballroom and had lived through ww2.. It was amazing to talk to her. All the while I held her hand, and she eventually relaxed enough so that I could tuck her in.
She said one thing that I try to remember a lot - 'All you young folk, think you know it all. You don't have one thing - experience' , directed at the nurse who was laughing at her. I try to remember it whenever my grandparents are giving me 'advice'!!
She died that summer and I'm thankful she wasn't confused for too long after we met, she did seem genuinely upset and I'm relieved she had only a couple of months left.
Did trace her death eventually (otherwise I'd never have known) and have left a message to her family on a condolences site. She didn't have children but maybe there were nieces or nephews or something.
Probably not an amazing thing (and a story I've shared on here before) but don't think I will ever forget her.
When I was about 16 (many many years ago) I was on train for collage and when I got on train I
avoided sitting near a chap who looked a little odd ,
when I moved down aisle to get of at my stop this man ran after me making strange grunting noises and I was terrified ......and ran faster .
Turns out that I left my new scarf and hat in my seat and he was returning them to me .
Felt so very ashamed that I had judged him and with a full train he was the only one who noticed and made sure I did, nt leave them .
still feel ashamed today , good learning curve for me .
I always help people with cases and prams on stairs and public transport.I always think it could be one of my children one day who might need help.
A group of strangers probably saved my life.
But the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me is get my brothers teddy back to me. My parents and brother died in a car crash, my brother carried his teddy everywhere, but when I asked for it so it could be out in his coffin, they didn't have it. Obviously no one notices a teddy during a car crash with multiple fatalities.
But someone did, I have no idea who, or where he found it, or what happened, but a police officer turned up at my foster parents one day, weeks later and asked me if it was my brothers. It was.
I'm still slightly gutted that I never got to give it to my brother, it didn't, and still doesn't, feel right that he doesn't have it with him. But at least it is with me and not lying abandoned somewhere on the side of the road.
The kindest thing I did I think is to 'kidnap' my Foster brother so that he didn't go home with his birth mother, but got to go with his adoptive parents.
Last summer I lost DD in a busy city centre. One second she was there, the next she was gone. I was in bits and DS (ASD) was panicking.
First person to approach me was an off duty policeofficer who got her details straight to CCTV. Then a lady who worked in one of the shops came past on her way back from lunch, saw the kerfuffle and got DD's description put out over the shop to shop radios they use to warn each other of shop lifters, several people scouted round the area for me and one lovely lady jsut sat with DS and held his hand.
When DD was found and returned to us
-a millionty years- 20 minutes later all those people jsut melted back into the crowd.
Stars the lot of them.
I know this is probably a bit trivial, but it always gives me a warm glow when people leaving car parks offer me their tickets with time left on them! I do the same to others, if I'm in the same position, and that makes me feel good, too. Sometimes it's the little things.....!
The nurse who removed her latex glove to hold my hand during a very frightening time in hospital, a small thing but the kindness, compassion and understanding without the need for words was a huge comfort.
The dog kennel owner who told me "I don't wish to make money out of other people's misery, just pay me for her food." He charged me 6 pounds for looking after my dog for 3 weeks. Needless to say, until he retired, we used his kennels for our dogs whenever we went on holiday.
I always try and be kind and thoughtful to others, I found a purse one day when walking into town and walked miles to take it to the local police station and hand it in. The lady whose purse it was came round to my house and was so grateful (her toddler had thrown it out of the pushchair unbeknownest to her) she was sure she would never see it again.
The nicest act of kindness was from a nurse who had to change my daughter's bandage twice a week for a month. She was only doing her job but her patience whilst running a very busy clinic was amazing.
During all the visits, I never cried in front if my daughter even though the tears weren't far away. On what turned out to be our final visit, she had to refer my dd to the plastic surgeon, I cried. Her words of kindness were above and beyond her 'just' doing her job. She asked me to pop in and let her know how we got on in plastics, which I did, with a card, wine and chocolate for her.
My acts of kindness are many. One that sticks out is mainly because of my kids reaction.
There was a car broken down on a 2 carriageway road. The person driving was completely frozen and didn't know what to do. I told my kids to stay where they were whilst I helped push them round the corner. My dh went to the front of the car and steered through the window whilst I pushed from behind. We got them safely off the A road onto a side street. On going back to the kids, they were doing a 3 person Mexican wave and they said I was their hero , their dad didn't qualify because "he didn't push Mum, you did all the hard work"
I LOVE the feel good factor you get from giving and receiving random acts of kindness, so I'm forever doing the little things like helping with prams, parking tickets etc, and have had enough of the same kindness bestowed on me too.
My favourite moment of kindness with a stranger was back when I was 17 and in Tunisia with an ex. We were in one of those Souk things in a shop that sold leather goods, and it was being run by a young brother and sister. While the brother was doing his sales pitch on my ex, the girl was waiting at the back looking very bored and picking at her nails. I went to look at the purses near her, and she took my hand to see my pink nail varnish. Her English was as non existing as my Arabic, but she liked my nails and showed me that hers had really old nail varnish on them and she was chipping it off. By amazing chance I happened to have the bottle of nail varnish that I was wearing in my bag, with a box of nail varnish remover wipes. I showed her what the wipes were and gave them and the varnish to her, and she was so thankful and excited. It was lovely! Then she gave me a red purse from the shop, insisted I take it, and forced it into my bag because she didn't want her brother to see that she was giving something away. Presumably he wouldn't have been happy about it.
All of this was with only the words 'hello' and 'thank you' in each others languages. I still have the purse and I will always remember that lovely girl.
The teenage boy who found my purse on the bus and returned it in with all the cards/money etc intact.
The woman in the sweet shop on holiday ( we were buying the essential fudge to take back to the office) who heard my DS2 asking if things were 'dairy-free'. She saw us later on the beach and handed him a packet of dairy-free buttons.
When I was pregnant with dd and in prem about they wanted to move me to a hospital that could cope with a delivery that early. I ended up being sent to a hospital miles and miles away.
The registrar from my original hospital (I had been there a fortnight) spent a huge amount of his time and favour pulling to get me transferred to a much closer hospital even though I was no longer his patient or his problem. Not only was it closer so I could see my 2 dc, 3 and 20mths but it was a much better hospital and I genuinely believe that without him going the extra 1000 miles dd wouldn't be with us now.
I dislocated my wrist on a road someone stopped a cab as it was five mins the the A&E.
He carried me in and as I was almost passed out pain and never uttered a word about paying him.
DD (9 months) threw up on a train. A smartly dressed man, working on his lap-top, switched off what he was doing and let DS (3) play a game on his lap-top, to give me peace to get DD and the train cleaned up.
When I was a student & on one year exchange in Germany I had just returned after Christmas and i was at the supermarket to stock up my bare cupboards. Germany had already introduced chip & pin machines (wayyyyyy before we did here) and as I went to pay for about £50 worth of shopping my brain froze and I couldn't remember the PIN number. I was in a small town with rubbish German skills and so embarrassed. Then the person behind me paid for my shopping. I was so grateful, he wouldn't give me his address or any info so I never managed to repay him but I was so happy that day. I never bumped into
I always try & help others when I can and do random
Acts of kindness when I can. I'll always offer to help a mum struggling down stairs with a pram (those days were tricky when I went through them) and I give car parking tickets to people queuing to buy one if I have an hour or so left on my ticket.
My disabled son speaks to a homeless man whenever he sees him. One day he noticed he didn't have the blanket he usually had. When my son inquired where it was he explained he had given it to a friend who was cold. My son asked him if he wasn't cold too and he said a bit but he would manage. My lovely son whizzed off to the nearest camping shop and bought him a sleeping bag. Two disadvantaged young men doing a kindness.
I once gave a teenager money for his bus fare. He burst into tears as he said everyone else had ignored him. I told him that when he was earning he could pass it on.
I went to ASDA to buy some food. When I got to the till I didn't have enough money so said I would put some stuff back. The cashier said not to worry and that the money would be covered.
These stories are lovely.
Oh Laly. I remember you talking about this on another thread a few months ago, and the bear just breaks my heart even more.
I hug your little girl self (sorry, probably too saccharine for Mumsnet, but I don't especially care).
I try to help people up and down stairs in the Metro when I can.
Despite the reputation of Parisians, someone here once walked back down the stairs they'd just walked up, helped me carry up the pram, then left. Not an uncommon situation here, as far as I've seen.
Yes to the pram assistance and passing on parking tickets (although the local town centre car park has introduced the machines where you have to type in 3 letters from your numberplate, so that you can't do this - grr!).
The act of kindness I remember most clearly was the lovely doctor, young enough to be my daughter, who was looking after my Dad when he was very near the end of his life. She explained his condition clearly and kindly, so we knew what was to come. A few hours later, shortly after he died, I was sitting alone in the hospital corridor as the same doctor was hurrying along. When she saw me she stopped to give me a real hug, full of sympathy. This touched me beyond words - my eyes are leaking as I type this!
I'm not sure what the kindest thing I've done is, I wouldn't like to venture that.
But about 4 years ago I was struggling with both depression and pain from a kidney condition. I was hideously sick after walking to our local Morrisons, in the car park. An old lady stopped, gave me tissues, a bottle of water and - Ill never forget this - knelt down and wiped the vomit off my shoes.
Then she insisted on running me home (only 2 mins in the car).
I looked for her every time I went out, but I never saw her again, and then I moved across town and haven't been back.
Old lady at Crossmyloof Morrisons - Thankyou!!
nicest and most random thing I ever saw. me and dh were on train. Little girl sat with mum next to us. Paul blinking Daniels walks through coach from buffet. 2 minutes later he returned with a hoooge doll, gives it to girl and walks off. where did he get the doll from?
(yeah I know)
Also, when it was a very little girl (about 4) I fell down the stairs in our local Woolies. A lady at the bottom picked me up as my mum struggled down with my little sister. That lady had something I'd never seen before - a wetwipe !! And she used it to wipe copious blood from my knees and hands!
Last year my nan died, she had left instructions of what she wanted for her funeral including a song we couldn't find anywhere. A random person on a website read my post and managed to download it from somewhere and sent it to us. I don't even know their name but it meant we could fulfill my Nan's last wishes.
I love doing RAOK too
One that sticks out in my mind was when I was sat on a park bench crying and an old lady came and sat with me, she held my hand and told me that no matter how dark things were it would get better with time, it was so comforting and I'll never forget her, I went home determined that I wouldn't let the bastards get me down.
The kindest thing I have done is when I found a set of keys on the beach, the owner wasn't near by and I walked round all the car parks pressing the button on the fob till I found the car. I waited over an hour for the owner. She was so relieved, she was recently bereaved and without her keys she would have been stuck as she was a long way from home and had come to clear her head. She said I restored her faith in human kindness and I don't begrudge a minute of my wasted morning!
The strangest was when I found a wallet with a driving licence, some cards and a wodge of cash. The address was nearby and I took it round, the owner was very grateful and offered me money as a reward, I refused but accepted the tea and we had a nice chat. I was surprised to find the anti social behaviour I was suffering stopped immediately. But that's the way things roll when the local crime lord decides you're a diamond.
These are ones that stick with me. A couple of years ago we were really skint. I did a shop with the calculator on my phone and near the till a woman handed me a £5 off voucher she had cut out the newspaper. I could have cried. £5 made a huge difference to us but that woman will never know how much that helped us out.
Another one was when DD was tiny and moaning to go on the toy rides at the supermarket. I had no change at all when an old man came up to me and gave me a £1 for her to go on. He said he hoped I didn't mind but that she reminded him of his daughter when she was a little girl.
Lalyraw that is so sad and I'm so sorry.
I had a nice thing happen today as was in homebase and someone noticed it started raining and covered DS' bike seat with a plastic bag so he didn't get wet sitting down(he's 2)
My 'kindest' thing was grabbing a man who was stabbing his wife (literally, with a long nasty thin knife) in a train station in India. I was 18 and he wasn't that big and so shocked he stopped but the awful thing was that the police didn't really care and I still wonder what happened as maybe she had to stay with him
I think my favourite acts of kindness are from my 2 sons.
Son1 (now 8) is always sticking up for other people when they are picked on and he is always comforting people who are crying. My other son is the same. When he was 3, I was in his Kindy class and one of the other boys was being dropped off and was hysterical. This little boy didn't speak English very well. My DS stood up, went over to him and gave him a massive hug and a kiss and said "It's OK, come play with me" and the little boy stopped crying. I pride myself on my 2 gorgeous, compassionate, little boys.
Me, I like to think I can do random acts of kindness. I don't like to see people bullied and I will step in if I see someone picking on someone else or being verbally abusive. I did once witness a car crash where the car had turned over. The woman was OK and had got out of the car, but was disorientated and had a head injury. I sat on the floor with her and held her and gave her my bottle of water whist the others called an ambulance etc. That was quite a scary thing to witness. Also where I live there is no safety net for people if they are unemployed or have difficulties. There are always expat women sending round notes asking if we can help a woman they have met at some charity they work at. The most recent one was a woman that was just about tot give birth. She wasn't working, nor was her DH as he had kidney disease. The government were not giving her any money and she had nothing for the baby and she had not received any food vouchers. A lot of my friends drummed up loads of lovingly used baby clothes, toys etc. I thought XXXX it, ignored my weekly budget and went and got her a hundred quids worth of supermarket vouchers and 5 packets of new nappies and wet wipes. My husband did a cats bum face, but got over it.
Paid for my shopping in tesco when I was a student and my card was refused.
They were behind me in the queue
I intervened in a road rage attack where a man was being very aggressive and threatening to a woman with terrified children in the car.
I somehow got him to get back in his car and drive off.
Wow this thread has made me cry!
When I was in India there was so much poverty and so many beggars hassling me for money it was difficult to know what to do at times. However one time I saw an old lady, tiny and almost bent double with the bag of rubbish she was carrying ( it was obviously her job to pick up rubbish). She didn't ask me for money but I felt so sad at her situation I gave her 500 rupees ( about £6.50). Not a lot by UK standards but probably a lot to her. She made the namaste sign and went on her way. Just a drop in the oceon but it made me feel better...
A kindness I remember was when I was walking home from shopping with my autistic daughter. It was only about a mile, but she decided she'd had enough, and dropped to the ground, passive-resistance style. She was far too big for me to carry.
I was trying to call a taxi, when a car pulled up and asked if we needed help. It must have looked like a medical emergency. I quickly explained it wasn't, but the two guys insisted on driving us home (opposite direction), and put the roof down to amuse her .
They were real angels of the road.
Something I recall that I did was to get a young lad back to his halls of residence. We were both on a train that somehow got ballsed up and abandoned us at Crewe, with no connecting bus or train service. My DP drove an hour from Liverpool to collect me
while I drank and played pool with the poor guy and drove him to his digs. I was never going to leave him there, as I'd hate to think of my eldest daughter being stranded like that.
LalyRawr that's so lovely (and made me cry)
Cried my way through this thread. Such lovely stories. LalyRawr I remember your story of your stepbrother from another thread and it made me cry there too. So glad you got your brothers you back.
I am really competitive about random acts of kindness and I get a buzz out of all of then. If I ever recorded them then they wouldn't count. As a recipient, being helped at charing cross with 2 children and one baby.
A doctor I think. I know they're supposed to be but she really was. I was in the middle of a nervous breakdown brought on by years of abuse at the hands of my Mum then ex H. I went to see my GP and saw her and just went to pieces. I said I was scared to talk to anyone because I had a history of depression and I was worried about SS. She held my hand and promised that there was no danger of that. I left her office feeling normal for the first time in months. I wasn't well for a long time after that but I think I started to get better after I saw her.
From me, i saw a man get knocked over on a pedestrian crossing, well heard it first . I ran over all the while terrified at what i might find and was first on the scene. He was conscious but obviously couldn't move, some people ran out of a building nearby and called 999 so I sat down on the road and held his hand and talked to him, telling him he was going to be fine and looking at his face so he knew someone was with him. He didn't speak at all, just looked at me. I stayed till the paramedics arrived and he went in the ambulance. I don't know if it was kind because anyone would have done it I think.
Oh and the man who returned my IPhone 4. They were brand new and just out. I dropped it on a London street. He rang the last number dialled, which was ex H's number who arranged to go and pick it up. Wouldn't accept a reward and had to be begged to accept half a shandy (they met up in a pub).
What a lovely lovely thread. I must admit reading the posts made me well up. I used to do lots of acts of random kindness until a few years ago when a 'friend' let me down in a bad way. Since then I have become much more careful and more aware of people taking advantage of kindness. i guess i've become a bit cynical .
I can't think of any good examples right now but this thread has inspired me to go out and be a kind stranger. However without being a pushover.
Random man took me across LA from the greyhound bus station to the airport. And paid the $2 fare. Thank you kind sir.
Not me, but some strangers were so kind to my nan and I'm so grateful. Last year she was in town on her own on a really windy day. A gust of wind took her off her feet and she was clinging to a road barrier to try and stay up but she fell. Loads of people walked past her, but a group of teenage boys (who she described as having 'all kinds of funny holes in their ears') stopped to help her. They walked her to the bus stop and tried to pay her bus fare (obviously she has a bus pass).
I'm so grateful to those boys and so was my nan. Their mums must be so proud of them.
I'm sure I've done nice things, but can't think of a specific just now.
The kindest thing that someone else has done for me that always comes first to mind is in the days after DM was diagnosed with terminal illness, with weeks to live, myself and DB found ourselves in a Maggie's Centre. I know it is what the staff are paid for, but they gave us home made cakes, and coffee, and sat with us till we got allowances and benefits, and a blue badge sorted out for DB, to allow him to live with, and care for DM till she died. It was the first nice thing to happen to us for a long while, and it gave us the space and strength to keep going. I will always be grateful.
I think all the help I had when my
pigging useless Peugeot broke down on the motorway when it was just me and 4-month old DS on the way to my mum and dad's. Two motorists stopped when they saw us on the hard shoulder, and offered to make phone calls for us. And the RAC man took me all the way to mum and dad's, despite my only having 'roadside' cover. I've driven crap cars for years, and was well used to breakdowns (and could fix a lot at the roadside). But as a new mum with a tiny baby, I was so grateful for people's compassion and help.
My dd took ill on holiday we were in orlando I was in the tolet with her this lovely woman took over helped me with her and diagnosed heat stroke went to get her some water and just generally was great she was a nurse DD was fine one minute and looked awful the next ,
I open doors and stuff I do little random acts of Kindness not anything huge that i can think of,
Whenever I take dd out in her wheelchair so many people help me lift her over tricky bits etc and I appreciate every single one of them, it means so much to see them getting to grips with big dirty heavy muddy wheels.
I also remember the anaesthetist who sat by me throughout the twins being born by emergency section - it was chaos and such a worrying time and as well as whispering reassuring words she stroked my hair and congratulated me as each baby was delivered.
I always help pushchairs off trains as I have been in that sitution with no help
Seen a few car bumps and always help Last one poor girl was shaken so much she couldnt use her phone so I called her mum it was her mums car and was saying oh God they going be so cross I just kept saying they wont and they be worriedabout you and a bit of metal
On a packed train a lady got a phone call became upset call ended I offered my packet of tissues sometimes its the very little things that count
stars yes it is the little things that mount up ,
When I was heavily pg with one of my DDs, I ran into the back of another car. Didn't do much damage to the other car but knackered the radiator in my own. Sat waiting for the pick-up truck to arrive, bloody hormones meant I couldn't stop crying. Pick-up truck arrives, driver gets out and I get out of my car. The big burly driver takes one look at me and says 'Oh sweetheart, it's only a car. As long as you and the baby are OK, then that's all that matters.' And he got me into the cab of the truck, gave me a tissue and a bottle of water before he started getting the car onto the back of the truck.
He was so sweet and kind - he said to me that he had a 6-month old baby and he'd like to think people would be kind if it was his wife who'd crashed her car.
When I was about 17 and on a late night train back from a strange place after being dumped by my 'boyfriend' - who was just a lad I'd met one day in London, and we had had a few phone calls, but I thought he was great and suddenly found out he wasn't - I was sobbing quietly and really upset, and I went to sleep sort of and when I opened my eyes, there was a crumpled up bit of paper stuffed down the side of my seat - I opened it and it was a long, long message written by the guy opposite me, who had now got off the train.
It was in faint blue biro on a typed letter about something else - he had written all round the edges and on the back and so on. I couldn't make out that it was written to me, for a few minutes.
But it was. It was all about how I would be Ok, and that life is really shit sometimes but everything would be alright and that even though I felt so hurt now, I would get past it.
It was such a lovely thing of him to do that and he was obviously embarrassed about it and not sure if it would help - but it did. He must have been about 25 I suppose.
Whoever you were, thankyou.
I always try to do little acts of kindness where I can - though I often feel I'm not doing enough!
I will never forget my new next door neighbour who heard my collicky DS1 screaming for hours and came over and made me a cup of tea. She stood in my living room for over an hour, rocking DS until he went to sleep, and chatting to me about all kinds of inane rubbish. I had PND and was at the end of my tether. She really rescued me that day!
The one that will always stand out for me was the day I saw an elderly lady fall during a nasty winter storm (gale force wind, sleet, icy patches) and lose her shopping. I was about 300 yards down the street but was the first one to stop ( ). A man coming from the other direction went and rounded up her shopping while I sat with her. She'd broken her wrist and (though we didn't realise it then) fractured her hip. We sat with her until the paramedics came. She got really cross with me when I insisted she put my coat on in addition to her own, but I was worried about her getting cold. The man lent me his phone so I could call work and explain why I was late. My boss told me not to come in; he said when I was done I should go home and get warm. He still paid me for my shift. My mum ended up being her physio and when she saw my photo on the office wall said "That's one of my angels". She turned up for her next appointment with a scarf and gloves she'd knitted for me so I would always be warm when I gave a frozen lady my coat. We all gave and received kindness in equal share that winter - lots of little thing adding up to a lot of good
On the bus bursting for a wee. Thought I was going to wet myself. Got to the bus station and the loos were 20p. I only had a tenner on me and the girl in the shop had no 20p pieces. A bus driver standing nearby gave me the money and I ran off as fast as I could. It was the longest and most satisfying wee of my life
When I was 14 years old, a friend of mine used to babysit for a couple's 3 young children. One night they'd asked her to but she couldn't, so my friend asked me if I would do it,saying I'd earn £20 (quite a lot of money even now to a 14 year old!) and the guy would give me a lift home afterwards.. and I did. I was shocked at the state of the house, and how dirty the children were, and how the couple seemed to be really a bit strange, but that was that, I tried not to judge. After that I babysat for them again. The third time I did it, the Father gave me a lift home as usual but said he was going to drive a different way. Red flag to me immediately, I was 14 but I was damned if I was stupid!Lol.
I knew not to act as if I knew something was up, and when he went down a remote, dirty track type of road he pulled up and said he was just going to stop and talk to me. I cannot remember what I said, but it was to the lines that he was scaring me and I was leaving. I leapt out of the car and ran and ran.He chased. I was in the middle of nowhere, NO idea where I was. I jumped over a field gate and he caught my wrist. I calmed him by saying if he let go of my wrist I would get back in the car with him and not tell anybody. He let go.
I ran and ran again, and saw a light in the distance, got to a large farmhouse and rammed on the door so hard I'm surprised I didn't break it.
An old lady came to the patio doors. Now if that was me, or many other people-seeing a teenager on their doorstep they would have been wary in the middle of the night. I screamed to please let me in a man was chasing me, and she did. Hell knows what would have happened to me if she hadn't have. She could have put herself in danger of him, as well.
She let me call my parents, and the police. My parents sent her a box of chocolates, but it wasn't enough-I wish I had have done more for her or could see her again.
I went to visit a friend who was living in Paris for part of her degree, and was there for the end of her trip. She lived in a little apartment block which had a big heavy security door just inside the front door, but there was one apartment which was in front of it, so not as secure as the rest. My friend's DM had spoken a bit to the lady who lived there (she spoke a little bit of English) when she had visited and had found out that she had 4 children. Friend's DM rang and suggested we gathered all the toiletries and tinned food we had left (there was quite a lot!) and take it down to her instead of wasting it all and throwing it away. My friend was quite shy when it came to speaking to strangers so I agreed to take it down. I explained in rather nervous French that we were students who we're going back to England and asked if she would be able to make use of our leftover things. She looked so so grateful and I still remember her smile as I gave her the bag.
On the same day two very kind men came back up and carried the two suitcases I was wrestling down the mahoosive staircase at the Metro, it genuinely made such a difference, and probably stopped us missing the train to the airport. A small gesture can often make such a huge difference!
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This has to beat them all - this morning I discovered a dead magotty mouse in the washing machine cupboard next to the washing machine. I was being very brave dealing it it - the shell was horrendous.
I dismantled the kick board and was really from the smell just about holding myself together when the doorbell rang - it was the plumber (who was due to call).
I burst out crying - felt rather stupid about that - he was so sweet and just took over and dealt with it got me. Even to the point of using own Hoover. Pulled everything out to check nothing rise there.
So very very kind.
When at the supermarket and I have my full shop to put on the belt, there was a lady with I think a max of 5 things I let her go before me, I swear I seen a teAr with her gratitude !
Some lovely gestures in here :-)
I took my DS, nearly 3 at the time, into to town to open a bank account.
He was in a grumpy mood. He kicked his welies off every time i put them on. It was raining he had to have them on to walk. He would not keep them on. With rising stress levels and that 'panic' when you feel you cannot get a grip of a situation and people are starting to stare....
I sat down on some cafe pavement chairs and I remember a couple of mums walking past looking and smiling, one said 'oh we've been there' as I wrestled on/off with the wellies.
I gave up and carried a heavy DS like a roll of carpet to the carpark. I needed to pay the ticket at the machine. I got there and I was short. i bust into tears. The women behind gave the £1 I needed to pay and get DS into car.
Rainy, wet, screamig and crying I was overcome with gratitude to the kind stranger.
Made me a map for idiots when I got hopelessly lost picking my husband up from a course and my phone was dead and my satnav couldn't find the place because it wasn't updated. She actually let her meal go cold while she carefully made sure I knew where to go. I was four hours from home with 3 kids and very upset. She even let me use her phone to ring my husband and let him know what was happening because I was 2 hours late picking him up. Thankfully the map was perfect and I found him in under 20 minutes. Never been so grateful for anything in my life. Super lady
This is such a lovely thread, but you've almost got me blubbing at college! I'm a pregnant emotional mess as it is!
Yesterday I was standing on the packed tube, super hot with all my bags and just panicked, could feel myself welling up and the lady next to me asked if I was ok, helped me get my coat and bag off and asked if I needed a seat etc. I said I was ok, but clearly I wasn't, by this time I was almost sobbing I was such a mess! She asked someone to let me sit down and made sure I was ok before she got off the train- I was so grateful She made me realise that it's ok to ask for a seat in future if no one stands up!
Did some shopping in town and was at the end of my tether, had 3 whinging kids under 4 and needed to feed baby. Got to car park pay machine and it wouldn't take a card, which meant getting back in the lift then walking to the cash machine, when the guy behind reached past and paid the fee. It was very kind and made a lot of difference to me. That was over 2 years ago now but I still think about it and makes me try and be kind to others.
My DS fell in a freezing lake and a complete stranger who was standing slightly closer to him than DH leapt in after him. Amazing!
I've been rescued when trying to pay for parking without enough change in a hospital car park by a stranger - I try and pass that one one whenever I can.
Imagine what lives we would have if we all did nice things for each other every day
My knee gave way and I fell over in the supermarket. One woman ran around picking up my shopping and put it all back in the basket and another helped me get up. Both of them waved away my words of thanks.
A couple of years ago I was driving home from where I then worked and saw a a woman fall after getting off a bus which pulled away leaving her there. I pulled over and went to help her up and quickly realised she'd broken an ankle. I supported her as she hopped to my car, took her home to pick up her teenage son and drove them to A&E.
I try to carry out little acts of kindness whenever I can.
Oh you lovely nest of vipers, you've made me cry with all your beautiful stories!
I am a great believer of Karma. I am moving back to the UK soon and I really hope I have a little old lady living next to me so I can pop over and help her out and invite her over for tea.
Random act of kindness towards me....
Last year my dad was ill on a cruise and we were offloaded in Lisbon. 2 days later he had a heart attack and was rushed to hospital at 4am, he was there for 8 days. During that time I did what I could to not spend large amounts of money on frivolous things (you know, like eating!!) so I was going to a cafe across the road from the hotel I was staying in, they did an offer of soup, sandwich/roll and coffee for €3 or with beer for €3.50. I would eat the soup then ask him to let me have the sandwich/roll to take away and would have that in the evening in the hotel. After the first couple of days we got chatting and he found out why I was there, from then on he offered me 2 bowls of soup and would package my sandwich up for me - as the days went on he would include a piece of fruit or cake in the bag with the sandwich and a bottle of beer to take with me - but only charge me €3/day.
Another day, when he was closed, I went to a restaurant down the road; sat by myself at a table but was asked to join a chap in a suit at his table. He said he couldn't bear to see people sat alone in restaurants if he could offer them a seat. He offered me some of his wine and asked the waiter to get a second bottle. I ordered my food and, when it arrived, he was finishing his dessert. He asked the waiter for his bill and asked him to add my meal to his bill as well!! When he left he'd not touched the second bottle of wine and told me to take it and have a relaxing evening and hoped my DF recovered soon so we could get home. All I know is he was Norwegian and was in Lisbon for 2 days on business and chose to eat at that restaurant on a whim as he usually ate further down the same road.
Both those kind men wanted nothing in return and I don't even know their names.
As for paying it forward......
I have a friend who is a single mum and finds it a struggle sometimes to stretch the money as far as the month goes. I always tell her she can ask me when she needs money or shopping and I'd do what I can to help. On one occasion she asked me if I could loan her £30 to be able to do some shopping, I was happy to and arranged to meet her for coffee during my break at work. I got the cash out and folded it up but, while doing it I had a strong feeling I should give her £40 even though she'd not asked for that much. When she came I gave her the folded notes and she put them straight in her bag, we had coffee and then she went to shop while I went back to work. Speaking to her that evening on the phone she told me that she'd picked up just the bare essentials but, when she got to the checkout, the shop came to just under £40 not the £30 she knew she had; she got her purse out and was about to look to see if she had enough in change to pay the rest before working out what she could leave behind. She opened out the notes and found I'd given her enough to cover the bill and her parking!!
I do find that one super special as I felt so strongly that she needed £40 not £30 that day.
I fell over yesterday in front of a line of traffic in the rain - scuffed my knee and ripped my jeans but was otherwise unhurt (apart from my pride, if course.)
This lovely lady went out of her way to make sure that I was okay, and I'm very grateful to her, because I may not have been alright.
Drove into the local town in a bit of a panic with a child with toothache - the dentist gave me a last minuted appointment and I would only make the journey by the skin of my teeth. Made the appointment only to get back to the car and it wouldn't
bloody start! I'd dashed out so fast (crying child, brain vacates skull) and hadn't brought my phone or my purse. Scruffy guy had just parked his heap next to my car, asked if I was OK. I explained the predicament (including now the child needed the loo - oh, and not just a wee, you understand and the only public loos needed 20p!!). He fished around in his pocket for a 20p and handed me his phone so I could call for help. It was only when I finished the quick call that I noticed I'd used what was left of his credit. I tried to get him to give me his name/address so I could pay him back but he wouldn't hear of it. Hmmm, Purple, the words 'book' and 'cover' came to mind.
On another occasion, I was in a well known bakery chain and the elderly woman 4 people in front of me had requested her bread and was delving in her purse to find the funds to pay for the 2 loaves and some rolls. She took ages, bless her, and, whilst frantically searching, was telling the bakery assistant how she'd been robbed a day earlier. She was 20p short for her bill. People in the queue were tutting. I handed over £1 and said I didn't need the change. She was so grateful, embarrassingly so. I read the story of her mugging in the local papers the following day.
Pay it forward.
I always try and pass on parking tickets if there's more than 20 minutes on them and I've helped other people in car parks when they haven't had the change. I like to think that is why, when at Chester zoo over the summer with ds and dd a lady rescued me from a most embarrassing situation. Ds wanted his face painting and I agreed knowing I had about £6 in my wallet, when it came to paying though the money wasn't there! I was searching everywhere for every penny I had all the while being watched by some young scrap of a girl who seemed to think I was trying to pull a fast one! Cue lovely scouse lady and her dh quietly asking me if I was okay and how much I was short by (£1.20 as it happens). They didn't have the 20p so gave me £1.50 and told me not to worry about it. I paid the young scrap of a girl and thanked the lovely couple who'd helped save me from a major embarrassment! Where had the money gone? DH had raided my wallet the evening before to pay the window cleaner and hadn't told me . If you were that lady, thank you so much, you saved me from making a complete idiot of myself and blubbing all over the place. I hope you're happy to know I always try to pay it forward.
My car broke down at night in the middle of nowhere just after I started driving at 18. This was before the days when everyone had a mobile. I had no idea what to do, but a lovely lady stopped her car to check on me, helped me call my parents from the phone at the next petrol station and waited until I was safe. I don't remember her name but I always remember that.
Also, everyone who helped me on the tube while DS was going through his tantrum every five minutes phase. You expect London commuters to be grumpy and standoffish but people were lovely.
I was a new driver and got stuck down a one way street and no amount of trying helped me... I was completely panicking and had been there trying to turn around for about 15 minutes (street was very narrow and had attempted to turn at the wider end rather than reverse)
A man came out if his house, knocked on my window, and turned the car for me, all the time telling me how bad a road it was and that this happened all the time
The kind old man with a white transit in an Ikea car park who saw us struggling to get our new Leksvik or Hemnes or whatever it was into our Ford Focus who piled it into his van and drove it home for us!
One day when walking home from work a cyclist ahead of me shed his pannier bag and didn't realise - I shouted at him but he didn't hear and cycled off, so I went and picked it up. There was a work pass in the side pocket but it didn't have an address on, so I found his phone and started trying numbers working from 'mum' downwards trying to find someone local who might be able to contact him, or to tell them I'd got his stuff and was taking it over to the central police station. After twenty minutes or so the phone rang and it was the bloke who'd finally realised he'd lost his stuff so called his phone to see if someone had it - I could then arrange to meet him in town and hand it back to him. It was a bit of a faff but not exactly a hardship, and I was just glad to be able to help - I've left my purse behind in a pub before and was just overjoyed that the staff took it in and kept it and it wasn't nicked, I think it's good to pass on the karma in that way.
Most of the really breathtaking acts of kindness I've received have been from teachers, lecturers, friends, and of course family. However, there are a few from strangers that do spring to mind:
I e-mailed an artisan jeweler to tell her how much I admired her work and her business ethics. She sent me a lovely reply and insisted on gifting me a piece of my choice (which she posted from Australia to England for me). I thought that was incredibly kind, particularly considering that she runs an extremely small but very popular company.
My dad's boss once allowed him to take annual leave at a very awkward time in order to drive me to Bristol to see a friend's band play. Four and a half years later, I married the friend, who said later that he'd never have thought to ask me out if it hadn't been for that gig because we lived over a hundred miles apart .
I used to have an obsession with Slash from Guns N' Roses, and my dad's colleagues used to save magazines with relevant interviews etc in for me, which was very sweet. On one occasion, a colleague of his found some really good photos he'd taken of Slash playing in a casino and gave them to me.
I framed them and still have them, although DH doesn't know...
I try to pay it forward in small ways wherever I can.
The nicest time was when DH and I were walking around the university campus on a Sunday, and noticed a Blackberry on a bench. We stayed with it for a while but nobody came back to find it, so we took it to the security office and signed it over to them. We then queued up in the library (the only other building open on Sundays) to tell them in case the owner returned, and realised that the lady in front of us was the owner of the lost phone. We took her to the security office as it's very hard to find, and on the way there she told us that the phone belonged to her employer so she'd have been in lots of trouble for losing it, and she was only in our city for the day so she'd never have got the it back if we hadn't queued up in the library when we did!
I was walking across the wobbly bridge in London and got a severe attack of vertigo. I was on my knees, trembling, my legs were jelly, panic, panic, just drawn towards the side and the river below...
...an elderly lady who cannot have been that far off 100 took my arm, and we slowly shuffled across to the other end.
I genuinely don't know what I'd have done without her.
Stealth boast about my wonderful 18 month twins yesterday. They've just started at nursery and are screaming the place down every morning when I drop them. But yesterday a Dad came in with a new baby who was screaming too. They both stopped and stared at her with concern. Then one of them bottom shuffled off to the toy box, got her a dollie, and gave it to her saying 'fank oo' (they haven't quite worked out who says it to whom yet
I don't think I have ever been more proud
StinkingBishop, that's so lovely re your dc <wipes away tear>
Toddler DS found a phone in the middle of the playing field behind our house, I rang the number listed as 'home' and left a message. The owner's husband called me back and then came round to pick it up. He tried to give me money because it was his wife's birthday that day, I refused and he handed a fiver to DS to say thankyou.
A lovely man helped me carry DS and his pushchair up two broken escalators in the train station, while carrying his own suitcase. And all the lovely surly looking teenage boys who have helped me with the pushchair and stairs at the tram stop over the past two years.
Oh, and the lovely lady who played peekaboo with my baby DS on the train to Birmingham, and then on the way back when he screamed for half an hour, the wonderful lady who said loudly and pointedly towards the tutters and sigh-ers that 'Some people have obviously forgotten that we were all babies once!' And then told me my baby was gorgeous and I was doing well.
When I was in labour my midwife stayed with me until DS2 was born, even though it was five hours after the end of her shift, because I was holding her hand through every contraction and she was talking me through them. Definitely going above and beyond the call of duty, but it was lovely to have the same person there the whole time.
And one I saw the other day on the bus: a woman on crutches got on and asked for a ticket to her stop. It cost more than she had in her purse, so she asked how far her money would get her and tried to buy a ticket just for that distance and said she'd walk the rest of the way. A scruffy teenage guy who'd been lounging around at the back of the bus, and who the driver had previously told off for putting his feet on the seats, got up and went to the driver and paid the difference for her so she could get to where she needed to go, and then dashed back to the back of the bus when she started thanking him.
I can think of quite a few. The most meaningful in recent years was the MW who stayed on after her shift had ended to sit with me whilst DD1 was born by EMCS. DH had been with me up to this point but had been kicked out of theatre by the consultant when he said he felt faint. I had felt entirely abandoned and terrified but when the MW who had been with us all night saw my DH outside and asked him what had happened, she scrubbed up really quickly and came and sat with me and held my hand.
When I was 19 I crashed my car on a dark country lane. A woman not much older than me got out of her car and insisted on waiting with me until my dad arrived.
There are such a lot of nice people out there, and I do think it's important to give people the benefit of the doubt, and try and help people if you can possibly afford to (in terms of time or money or whatever other resources they need). Perhaps I'm naive/ a pushover (DH thinks so!).
I had a chest infection a few winters ago and would get very breathless when out in the cold air. On the way back from school I was leaning on a wall wheezing when a lady in a car stopped and insisted on giving me a lift home.
Some young teens in front of me at a kiosk didn't have enough money for the ice creams and beach toy they wanted. I gave them a couple of quid and have never been thanked so many times!
A few years ago I was pregnant with DS2 and I passed out at a bus stop with DS1 in the buggy. Luckily, a lovely lady was at the bus stop too and she rang an ambulance and sat with me as DS1 untill they arrived. She then followed us to the hospital and stayed untill she knew I was ok. I couldn't thank her enough, god knows what could've happened to DS1 if she hadn't been there. My faith in humanity was restored
Not a total stranger but I was pregnant over one of the recent icy snowy winters, and between 6-9 months was the real Dec-Jan-Feb time when the weather was horrid and I was working right to the end.
I went out to my car and the ice and snow had been cleared off it for me one morning, which was amazing not least because my maternity coat was rubbish and kind of gaped open when I tried to scrape the car meaning bump practically stuck to the ice!
And from then on until the end of pregnancy my car was always clear in the morning. I assumed it was DH, as he goes out earlier than me, although when I thanked him for it he said it wasn't, and I only discovered months later that it was the old gentleman across the road. He had seen me struggling with it one morning and as he walked his dog at 6 each morning, decided to do it for me. More poignant because his (old and much beloved) dog died halfway through the AOK but he still went out each morning to clear my car.
His wife told me about it months later and I was .
What a lovely thread.
I was in the GP's waiting room, with a very bored toddler, the Doctor was running quite late. This kind lady kept my DD amused by pulling faces at her and playing peek-a-boo. Was so kind as it amused her and stopped her throwing a strop.
Once a good few years ago I worked in a co-op, this man came in five mins before we shut (at 11pm), desperate for some Calpol. He was about £2.00 short of cash to pay for it, but I let him have it. Glad I did that as now I have a DD I can see how much he needed to get it!
A poster on Mumsnet whose GP wouldn't prescribed her DD any Aveeno bath oil, and they couldn't afford to buy any. I had a spare bottle that I didn't need so I posted it to her.
Just the little everyday things people do for me, just something as simple as holding the door open so I can get through with the pram, or smiling at DD, and it is pretty much everyday. They all add up
When I was undergoing chemo for BC one of the ladies running my thursday play group used to bring round food every week. she knew when I was going and she'd leave on the door step a lasagne, cottage pie etc enough for about 10 people so my DH could divide and reheat, also she looked after my DDs once so my DH could come with me. didn't know her well and we are different religions but it meant so much.
I always offer to pick up buggys, look for pregnant women on the tube.
Yesterday I offered to pick up a buggy, a double phil and teds, the lady said could I walk her eldest down the stairs as she could do it herself. Another person offered to help her so I took her DD hand and we skipped down the stairs waiting for her mummy. She was so thankful which I brushed off as I've been there and she asked how old my DCs were as only someone who has been in that situation would help.
laly sending hugs - you have been through and awful lot. Is it you who was rescued by that group of lads pretending they knew you when a maniac with a knife was following you? I will always remember that story - it was very touching. Very brave men.
Saw that my shoes had given me a blister and gave me a lift to a shoe shop.
I broke down on the motorway when my car had run out of fuel (fuel gage was broken showed half a tank but had none) I was pregnant and driving from work to my mums house for the night. Had no mobile phone on me either. A couple pulled over because the woman said she could see me looking upset, the traffic was slow enough to see in. The guy sucked fuel out of his own tank to put some in mine. They let me use my phone to call my husband who was worried sick as I was hours late. Nicest thing anyone has ever done
I once stopped for a girl who had broken down on the side of the road and gave her a lift home so she could get her dad to come help her with her car. She was only 18 and so grateful.
I used to live in London and passed out a few times on the tube when it got really hot and crowded and always had someone check I was ok.
About 20 years ago I ran away from a live in job in the middle of the night and a lady gave me £8 to get a train ticket. I still hope one day she will see this and I can thank you again and pay her back.
This summer holidays we got lost as a road was closed and a man drove us to where we needed to be - we followed in our car - so that I could visit a friend for the first time in 30 years.
Held my newborn in a cafe while I got something from the car park and didn't care when his nappy leaked on her trousers.
Thank you again to all of you.
When my granddaughter was stillborn a group of people from an internet forum secretly clubbed together and sent me flowers, chocolates and a tree to plant in the baby's memory. Along with a card (well, more of a folder really) of messages they had all written.
I had never met the great majority of them and will always be grateful for their support at a really dreadful time.
In a previous life I was working in a bookshop in Los Angeles. I had a lovely time chatting to an elderly woman who was looking for one of my favourite books (Brooklyn, Colm Toibin). Unfortunately we didn't have it in stock, so I made some recommendations for her and we had a lot of books in common.
She came back a half hour later, came up to me and said how she thought we had had such a nice chat, and that she wasn't sure if I'd be interested in this as a very strange question, but might I be interested in a ticket to the ballet at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion? She had a season ticket and this wonderful Spanish ballet company were in town that weekend, but she was going to be away on holiday. She only had the one ticket as she went to the Dorothy Chandler regularly with her friends, and she was looking for someone to give the ticket to. She thought given our chat about books in common that I might appreciate the ballet. It was such a kind, lovely thing to do, I was floored! So sweet.
In all honesty the Dorothy Chandler was about an hour's drive from my house, so not exactly convenient, but was so shocked by how nice she was that I went along, no way I could pass it up! When I arrived at the theatre I sat next to her friends who were also lovely and said thanks for the book recommendation! The ballet was beautiful.
Long story but a genuine act of kindness I'll never forget!
I find this thread lovely. My experiences have led me to believe no one notices kindness and that people see it as a weakness. I however treat others as I'd like to be treated and try to find and do at least one act of kindness a week.. Recently I:
Found a wallet with 600 euros in it on uni campus and returned it to campus security. It belonged to a Greek student who claimed it and it had been his family savings to help him at uni.
Bought a fleece for a homeless person who was old and wet, begging in the rain.
Took a suicidal member of staff for a coffee and time out, letting them know I would support them all I could. Despite them previously taking out a fictitious grievance against me.
Stopped a student from jumping down a stair well from the 8th floor. Then waiting with her until help came, she was schizophrenic and had not been taking her medication.
I'd like to be bold and suggest everyone try to do one kind thing a week, even if it's just telling someone at work they look nice. It's amazing how these small things can really pick someone up and make a day, week, month etc. Costs nothing and feels great to make someone feel noticed and or cared about.
I lost the ability to walk or leave the house unaided, and friends I didn't even realise I had formed a kind of informal rota to make sure I got out the house in my wheelchair, got taken out to lunch, got taken shopping and so on, so I didn't go nuts. Remarkable. And it wasn't the people I would have expected, either.
I like being a bit of a secret kindness Ninja, but one of my favourites was standing up for a couple of Oz visitors, very young, who had booked some college accommodation as cheap holiday digs, without realising you don't get use of bedding, towels, cookware and so on. An incredibly patronising college employee was lecturing them on their stupidity, as if they would have had any idea about this. It was clear they were on a really tight budget and did not have any money to cover anything like that. I shut the old bag up, apologised on behalf of the British public for the shortcomings of the college, told them not to worry, popped home and made up a pack of necessities for them - bedding, duvet, pillows, towels, basic cookware and a few British delicacies. They were amazed, wrote in gratitude to me later on, and gifted me a set of eucalyptus covered coasters I still use to this day.
A couple of years ago I had my handbag stolen in Spain - I put it in the car then went to load the shopping in the boot and it was nicked. It had in it my passport, driving licence, all my cards etc.
An off duty Spanish policeman saw what happened. He told me the procedure for reporting the theft, then took me to the bank where the lovely staff gave me money from my account even though I had no formal ID (they did know me by sight). They let me use their phone to cancel my cards etc, then the policeman drove me home. Then other people helped me get my spare passport (don't ask - complicated) couriered to me.
The bag was never found but thanks to all those people a nightmare didn't turn into a disaster. Now I'm a lot more wary.
Kindness I will never forget, though it's 30yrs ago, is the kindness of the nurse who looked after my father in his final days at home when he was suffering from cancer. She made the whole awful experience bearable and my mum kept in touch with her for the rest of her life. Thank you Barbara.
When our dear old dog had leukaemia last year he eventually became so weak we had to make the decision to have him PTS. He loved our vet and she came out to do the PTS at home, talked to him when she arrived, and he wagged his tail in his bed and afterwards she carried him out in a blanket talking to him kindly all the time, she and the nurse were both crying. They were so kind, and sent me a nice card too.
I suppose that giving an ancient poorly old dog a home in the first place ( and he was of one of the currently reviled breeds) was my kindest deed.
Wonderful stories, small acts of random kindness help the world go round. There is actually a book called 'Why kindness is good for you' can't remember the author(via Hay House, I think) which examines the physiological effects of kindness. An interesting read.
When my old banger of a car broke down on a busy slip road and every other arsehole behind me was too busy beeping their horns at me to move despite it being obvious that I'd broken down, a van with two work men pulled up alongside me. They pushed my car off the road onto the side, and then one of them lent me their phone to call for help (mine had died, typically).
Never seen them before or since but I've not forgotten it.
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The most dramatic I know is a friend of mine. She had a regular running route which passed a well tended garden. Daily jogging passed she became nodding acquaintances with the old man that lived there. Which developed into a discussing the weather and the state of the garden acquaintance - when winter came she occasionally fetched his milk/bread etc. When the snows came she helped dig out his garden path. She never entered the house or progressed to the familiarity of using his first name. She just viewed it as a friendly place to pause on her daily run.
When he died she got a solicitor's letter - he'd left everything to her.
It's good to see so many stories about nurses. We do really try (most of us anyway) to help. Today I left work even later than my already late finishing shift, as I ended up doing a couple of extra jobs, helping my rather stressed looking colleague from the next shift as the skill mix was crap and there wasn't really anyone free who was able to do the thing required to silence the annoying noisy machine for the patient's relatives.
I bought a hot chocolate for a homeless man on a snowy day last year. Other people made comments about he was probably just begging to get money for drugs. Even if he was, he had to be pretty desperate to be sitting outside in the snow at 6.30am, and he still needed a warm drink and biscuits. I needed to spend a note to get change for the bus fare anyway ( though I did end up spending more than that as coffee shops are so expensive so had to then spend more money on something else to get the right change). I don't think it was that kind though, surely just human nature in the freezing cold.
I have a colleague/ friend, who mentioned severe money problems in the run up to last Christmas. I bought small Christmas presents for her children and left them in her locker. I have also dropped a £5 note into her bag if I have had it spare when she has had her bag lying round in the staff room.
I would like to thank those who help with pushchairs on buses and with entertaining/ smiling at babies and toddlers when out and about. I try to repay this now DD is older. I would especially like to thank the man who found my dropped purse, phoned DH's number (which I have in there in case of medical emergency) and walked out of his way to get it back to us.
Sunflower that's terrifying.
I can think of loads but the one that I appreciate the most:
Age 19, travelling in the US, my train had been delayed by about 5 hours so I got into Denver very late. There was a large family sitting in the seats behind me and they asked where I was staying and if I could get there safely.
When I told them I was planning to walk to my hostel they immediately bustled me into their car (despite having several little, sleepy kids) and drove me to where I was staying. Thank goodness they did as it was seriously dodge, heard several gun shots that night and by the cold light of day would NOT have wanted to be walking those streets alone!
Most people really are lovely.
This thread is amazing but yours, Polyethyl, has finished me off .
Thank you. My friend really is lovely. We volunteer for the same charity. Her job was a caring profession and when she retired they gave her an MBE. She is exceptionally nice.
Everytime I see on mumsnet someone talking about going "no contact" with some family member they can't get on with - I think of my friend's experience. That old man had children with whom they had gone no contact after too many family bust ups. (My friend did do a deed of variation to share the estate with them.)
No contract may end toxic arguments but it can also leave an old person lonely.
It wasn't directly involving me, but around the time of the famed London Riots, I was getting into Tottenham Court Road station, and overheard a girl saying to one of the policeman stationed outside there "thank you SO MUCH for looking after us the last few days". Had me in tears.
When we were in Japan, we were totally lost (no street names) and jetlagged, and a teenaged boy asked us if we were tourists, and then escorted us, walking us to our hotel (took around 20 minutes) and then just said "welcome to my country, welcome to Japan" and then walked away.
Marzipanned it was. Nothing happened to the man, the police said he probably just wanted a chat and a cuddle with an attractive young girl! (WHAT) and he was quizzed about it but that was it.
I am glad in a way that it happened to me and not my friend or another babysitter, as I was a very aware young person, I can't help but think many kids wouldn't have known what to do and something much worse could have happened.
My friend's Mum (the one who had put me onto the babysitting 'job' , called him and expressed her disgust and that she had trusted him with her daughter and it was horrendous etc etc.. And he replied 'Well I never did anything to Samantha, it was only Sunflower I did that to!'
Polyethyl that's lovely. We never know how much our actions can mean to some people.
I ran across the road to a woman at a cash machine who had her skirt tucked into her knickers. Everybody else was walking by staring and I felt I had to do something. I couldn't leave her like that! She was ever so grateful and we had a good laugh about it. She did have nice pants on
I've got a really trivial one, a couple of years ago I had a spare ticket for Discover Dogs so I gave it to someone waiting in the queue to pay. Sunday, I'm queuing to pay for my ticket and someone comes up and gives me their spare! Kismet!
Aw this is all sooo nice.
Top tip for you all - the warm glow of doing a good deed is even warmer if you treat it as a sort of dare and try to get away with no one knowing it was you. So no thanks, no aren't-you-marvellous.
I tidied up the war memorial yesterday as either some ferocious winds/hoodlums had scattered all the wreaths. And I left some apples for some elderly neighbours on their doorstep. And gave some sage anonymously to a native american who used to meditate to the smell and misses it.
Feeling positively scorching . I just think it's nice when people can wonder who it was. And it restores their faith in ALL humanity, not just one person. Which hopefully will encourage them to be nice in return.
There is an old gentleman that comes every tuesday without fail to lay lovely red roses on his wifes grave. Anyway one Tuesday he wasn't there and I thought he must have died and felt sad, he turned up on the Thursday and I said I missed you on Tuesday and he was delighted that he was missed as he's very lonely and thanked me for looking out for him, warmed my cockles it did...
Very simple. A young guy on the till in Waitrose. He spoke to me so politely and kindly I felt myself start to cry. I must be surrounded by some very abrasive people to be stunned by sweetness and politeness!
A guy in the street saw us walking with toddler DS. He was just about to take his grandchildren's old dolls house to the tip. Gave it to us. It was in great nick and would have cost a fortune to buy similar. Always remember him when the kids are playing with it
Ooh, and I lost my phone (muppet) and just assumed it was gone for good. A lovely woman found it, somehow contacted my provider (I don't knwo if she'd phoned a number of providers or what), who knew that I'd registered my phone as lost, so they contacted me, gave me her number, and we met and I got my phone back. It was just SO sweet - she didn't have to do that, she could have just handed it in at a lost property office or something, but she said she thought if it happened to her she'd be gutted to lose photos, so she'd tried to track me.
In a church this summer in Italy, I could hear a young woman sobbing quietly. Nobody cries alone on my watch, so I put my arm around the poor girl and hugged her. (Must have terrified the poor thing!)
I'm pregnant, this is my 9th pregnancy and I have 2 dd's (try were 18 months and 2.5 years) I was told in early pregnancy to avoid lifting the girls and take things very easy.
For some crazy reason I decided taking them swimming would be a good idea. Dd1 cried getting out of the swimming pool and tantrumed in the changing rooms while getting dd2 dressed. Dd2 then tantrumed when we were trying to leave. By this point I'd been kicked, punched and generally beaten up by the girls and I had also carried them both lots just trying to get in the car.
In the foyer of the leisure centre I just sat down and was so close to tears worried about the baby and unable to control my 2 dd's who had thrown themselves on the floor and were screaming and foot stamping. A lovely lady came over sat with us talked to dd1 till she calmed down them stayed with dd2 while I put dd1 in the car. She was an angel and I haven't been back since!
Nicest thing was when a stranger held me in a Morrisons as I had a full on wobbley 4 days after I had found my mam dead in her home. I was just stood there in a total pit of despair and that lady was amazing. She even wiped the snot off my face with her glove and made me smile. I never saw her again but often think of her around xmas/new year.
My act of kindness was doing some shopping for a lady down the street when we had all the bad snow. Her own son never bothered his arse and she is 94! She is lovely and still stops to chat on passing.
One boyfriend I had had a ferrari, he asked me if I could take it to get some petrol, as I came over battersea bridge my foot slipped and the car stalled. I knew if I pumped too hard I would flood the engine so I put on the hazards and waved my arms for people to pass but the guy behind me kept blowing his horn at me telling me to get a f..... move on, not sure if he was jealous, or if it was because i was a woman driving a sports car. suddenly the noise stopped. there was knock on the window I wound it down and there was a young man smiling, he handed me a bunch of keys and said, don't worry about him anymore, just go and throw them out of the window. i did just that and smiled all the way home. I wonder how many people behind him told him to get a f..... move on.
I had just moved to Madrid in 1996 and was trying to find a flat for my then boyfriend and I. It was, at the time, a very strict Catholic country and very difficult to find a flat for an unmarried couple. My Spanish was pants which didn't help. I was on the phone in a bar, as it was the days before mobiles. I phoned yet another flat owner in broken Spanish. It did not go well. I burst in to tears. The entire bar staff and a number of the customers all stopped and asked me if I was OK, and I think gave me a free drink. I went back there for breakfast a few times and they always asked me if I was doing OK. I was and my Spanish had improved enough to let them know how grateful I was for their kindness.
one of the kindest things someone did for me and my family was to make sure we got back to our camp site safe. we had through communication failure managed to get stranded in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night in France. a man had picked his wife up and seen us stranded he took us over to where some buses where waiting and convinced or rather from what we could guess shamed one of them to take us to our camp site. we were very grateful he just shrugged off our thanks.
i always try to pay things forward giving parking tickets money to the homeless and i once in bad weather took and old lady home she seemed to be very frail and i felt in good conscience i couldn't just carry on my way and leave her there.
I agree if everyone did something for someone else the world would be a much better place.
Once in France we docked late on a Sunday and ran out of petrol.Being a Sunday there were no manned petrol stations so we had to use a card except ours wouldn't work and we were in the middle of nowhere with 3 babies under 18 months.
The lady behind us offered to pay on her credit card and we give her the cash which we did.We could easily have driven off.
Have to say we've had a fair few kind stranger incidents in France.
She was so thankful which I brushed off as I've been there and she asked how old my DCs were as only someone who has been in that situation would help.
I don't agree, I have no kids, but I will always be first to help in any way I can, from carrying a child to helping with a buggy, whatever helps.
Love this thread.
l was in Sardinia on holiday and my DD (18months) developed a urine infection. l don't speak Italian and my French is minimal. In the remote part of Sardinia we were staying they don't speak English. I was very emotional as she was in so much pain and a lovely man stood behind me and translated everything l was saying to the pharmacist and then translated back to me. l got all the antibiotics l needed and the holiday was saved. He has so discrete and without him she would have needed to go to the hospital.
Nicest thing done for me was when I was suffering from a nervous breakdown and depression at University and on the train home. We were already delayed for two hours and I was getting more and more upset. A very kind academic-type man gets on at New St, sits opposite me and just talks to me for the whole five hour journey, sharing book recommendations, chatting about literature, sharing a bag of jelly babies and just generally making me feel better.
In what I have done for others, two things spring to mind simply because they were great fun to do. One is went my Nana died in the late November a few years ago, I found her Christmas supermarket savings card with £200 on it. I spent the lot the week after her funeral and donated the whole shop to the Christmas Boxes to the Elderly charity. It was fun!
Also, after seeing the Big Issue guy stood out in the icy rain in December last year, I went into the shop and bought him a golf umbrella, scarf, hat and gloves. He cried and I totally forgot to buy a Big Issue.
Bohemian your story touches me. My son had a nervous breakdown at uni. I'd like to think someone was kind to him. He's ok now.
When my son fractured his elbow all of the nursing staff in A&E and on the ward went above and beyond to help him. One nurse walked way out of her way trying to find us, to make sure that my son had some pain relief while he was x-rayed. I wrote to the head of nursing, describing each nurse whose names I didn't know and telling her the lovely things that they had each done. She wrote back to thank me, saying that at a time when nurse bashing was rife, it was lovely to get a positive letter. I'm so glad I wrote it.
The Mumsnet Internet strangers today who posted and PM'd all kinds of brilliant advice and offers of help to me. I had spent my last penny on rent and had no food in the house and no incoming money for the next 6 days.
Despite all the 'bloody mumsnet has turned horrible and nasty' threads I actually think it's still a wonderful, supportive place filled with kind people.
In real life, the lovely man who tried to stop a complete Tosspot from harassing me and an elderly lady at the bus stop the other day.
I once bought a pouch of tobacco for a homeless man I saw picking up doff ends from the dirty floor and smoking them. I don't think that really counts as a 'kind thing' but it made him happy.
I aspire to be as good a person as my DH is.
Just a few examples of his kindness:
1) he works in a convenience shop, and he gets to know his customers. The store had changed some of it's range and DH noticed an old lady looking confused. She said she came to the store as she didn't like making the journey to town, but that DH's store had stopped stocking the cat litter and food she normally bought so she had no choice, as the alternatives were more expensive. DH ordered in one of each just for her every week, even though his area manager gave him stick for it.
2) a lady came into DH's store at 10am and bought 3 bottles of vodka. He watched her leave after being served by another member of staff who knew of her. The lady rang the store an hour later, slurring and aggressive because she said one of the bottles wouldn't open. DH said he felt v uneasy, and one of the staff members said she lived round the corner, so DH went there with the store's security guard and found her front door o
*open. He called in and she appeared, hands bleeding and in a state. He called the police and ambulance and covered her hands until they arrived. He only told me this weeks later.
The last one is he found someone had left their car keys in the car lock in a car park in town, so he stood there for an hour until they came back.
In doctors waiting room yesterday dr was running 45 mins late. DD1 (3) running in and out of playhouse in waiting room shouting 'are you ALL RIGHT mummy? Is your tummy HURTING??' while 8 month old DS1 doing his cute sit on floor, happily sucking toys and merrily being sick everywhere routine. DD1 needed a wee very suddenly and a lovely lady saw my dilemma and said 'don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him!' and sat and played with him while I took DD1 to loo. Such a little thing really but was really stressed with dr appt as it was and when we chatted afterwards turned out her grandson had same name as my son (Ridley) - all of which just put me in a better frame of mind for an appointment I was dreading.
Last week I left my purse in the bank and went off shopping. Panicked when I realised I had lost it and DD2 told me I had left it in the bank (she remembered me putting it down). I raced back to the bank and the 'welcomer' lady at the front said 'we've got your purse'. Apparently they had run out onto the street to find me, then one lady found my driving licence card in the purse, looked up my records (I bank in another branch) and left a message on my mobile which hadn't yet come through to me. I was so grateful and relieved
keep meaning to go back with box of chocolates.
Years ago when I was a young lass in my 20s I remember waiting for a district line train at South Ken station. There was a man who was behaving rather oddly, walking up and down the platform. Then he fixated on a girl, who looked a bit younger than me (around 18) and he stared at her and kept walking past her one way and then the next, staring at her menacingly. I felt anxious for her. So I went up to her and said 'Hi, how are you? Haven't see you for ages'. She clicked what I was doing and we started chatting. The guy walked off but I waited till her train came and made sure she got on and he was nowhere in sight. I guess it was a case of 'do to others what you would like done to yourself'.
I love reading these.
I have two.
I bought a Bumbo off ebay. I messaged say no rush to post as DD was only 3 months. Inside the Bumbo when it arrived was 5 gorgeous girls dresses from Next age 3-6m. Seller thought we might make use of them. We were skint and very grateful.
Other was this summer, stranded in pouring rain in Stratford Upon Avon at 9pm with crying 3yo, car had flat battery. A kind couple all dressed up for the theatre offered us a jumpstart.
We went to buy some guinea pigs at a fur and feather auction.The ones the dds wanted were a group of 4,and although we only really wanted 2,we had space for 4,so I bid for them.A lady was bidding against me and when I reached my limit I shook my head and dropped out.,DD1 promptly burst into tears and the auctioneer said something about the poor little girl being upset and the lady who had won them asked if we'd like to go halves with her.It was so kind of her and she let the girls pick the two they liked best and she kept the other two.What a kind person.
Kindest thing probably that a land lord took us on when DH was out of work, we were completely on our uppers and a lot of land lords wouldn't even look at us. He knew DH had interviews lined up and would be in work as soon as he could be, still I guess it could have been considered a gamble. I was very pg at the time. We moved in and things started to get back to some sort of normality. It turned out he was a good LL too, stuff was always fixed on time etc.
I think this should be in classics, how do I nominate it please?
Not my own story but DH...last winter when the snow came, he spent two hours gritting the whole street and individual paths.
There's a lot of elderly residents and he said he'd feel awful if one of them took a tumble when he was able to help a little. Aww! <3
i am the recipient of so many small kindnesses, but it's often the little things that either break or make your day. Today, I'd lost my car parking ticket (flustered with toddler), when i spoke to the attendant he said that usually one would have to be charged from 7am, but he seemed to believe me telling him (truthfully) that my arrival time was 11am. Small small thing but so heartening to be believed and treated sympathetically, when people are generally so abrasive and suspicious.
Likewise, I did something very small which had unexpected repercussions. I genuinely told an elderly lady at the hairdresser's how beautiful I thought she looked, her pixie cut made her eyes sparkle and her face seemed illuminated from within. When she'd floated out looking ecstatic with her new hair do, her stylist popped over to me and told me that the lady was recently widowed. The shock had caused her to lose a lot of hair, so much that she'd become so ashamed and self conscious that she'd become a recluse and had stopped driving. It had taken her a massive effort to get out the front door and on a bus that morning. One small compliment but sincerely meant from a stranger, and it seemed to validate her struggle to start living again.
This is going to massively out me so I'll keep the details brief. In a London park when my brother was four, my mother thought I had my eye on him (I was ten) and I thought I'd sent him after her. He got lost. A woman found him and brought him to the lost children's tent just as my mum came running up to it. I think she was so unbelievably relieved, she didn't even manage to thank her properly.
It took 16 years for mum and I to be able to have a discussion about it and neither of us will move an inch if we see a child that appears to be alone until we identify the responsible adult.
That lady will never know how grateful I am to her.
Goodness I think the best I can do is someone giving me a not used up yet parking ticket
tootired that is really, really lovely.
I forgot to say that I try to treat others as I'd like to be treated,offer to let people with a few items in front of me at checkouts,hold doors,help with buggies/wheelchairs.I had a clear out not long ago and found a thank you card.It was from a blind lady who I used to see at the bus station every morning,and each morning I';d walk with her to her work,to make sure she got there ok.I was 16/17 at the time and it was such a long time ago that I'd forgotten about it until I found the card again.I also remember driving past a tramp on my way home.I felt so sad about his situation that I made some sandwiches and a flask of hot tea and drove the 7 miles back again to hand them over to him.
Have nominated for classics as it deserves to be here longer than the 90 days _Chat stays around for. you nest of vipers.
Just a small one but one of my neighbours brought me a bag of apples from his apple tree just after I'd had DS. I made an apple pie and took him a big fat slice
About 15 yrs ago, I saw a little schoolboy fall off the back platform of one of the old route masters. He was horribly injured, bloodied, bent double and wailing in a way I will never forget. Everyone just walked on by, on their way to work, some looking at him in a kind of disgusted way as if he was a smelly old drunk or something . It was a child ffs - how could they just walk on by??? Anyway, I put my hand on his back (only place I could see that wouldn't hurt) and said "come with me, I will help you". We went up the first garden path we came to and I rang the bell, all the while desperately praying that someone would be in so I could call an ambulance (days before I had a mobile). Just unbelievable luck - it was a nursery and all the women there were first aid trained and even had a little sick bay. I hung around for a bit whilst they soothed him and patched him up before leaving. They called me later to tell me he had been taken to the neurosurgery unit at Roehampton but I never heard anything after that. Even though its years ago, I still wonder if he's ok and if he made a full recovery.
The one that really sticks in my mind is just a small thing. When DS was born he was very ill, and when he was about 5 days old we were in a hospital lift with him in a hospital pram with a very large monitor attached, and a nurse from SCBU with us, on the way for an MRI scan. An elderly couple in the lift peeked into the pram and, although DS was obviously not at all well, the lady just looked at me and said 'you must be so proud'.
It was the first time anyone had said that, everyone had been focussing on how ill he was, and what the latest news was, how worried/shocked we must be, and it was lovely that she had looked through that and seen my beautiful boy, and treated me like a 'normal' new mum. It meant so much, and still makes me well up to think about it, 3 years later. Oh, and DS is absolutely fine now
I've had strangers pull up and try to help when I broke down on the motorway (including when my car went bang and stopped dead in the fast lane of the M25 - terrifying experience), young lads who stopped their car during a snowstorm and all tried to push my car out of a ditch. Another stranger who looked after my youngest when my eldest had escaped from the house and I had to sprint up the road looking for him (which I couldn't do with youngest in tow), the man who saw me running, got in his car and drove to help me, then offered DS1 and I a lift home when I found him (by which time I was gasping for breath and having a panic attack), also someone insisted on paying my bus fare when (as a poor student) I didn't have correct change and would have had to pay my £2 fare with a tenner.
I try to help others when I can, used to regularly buy meals for a homeless chap in our town, I think just little gestures can really make others' lives a lot easier.
When I was 19 I arrived in Germany with no money, expecting to pick up my grant straightaway. But the office was closed. So I went to the bahnhofsmission, which I thought would be a youth hostel and turned out to be for male rough sleepers. The organiser took me home and gave me her daughters bedroom. She said she had been an au pair in the war in London, and expected people to be horrible to her as she was an enemy alien, but they were kind. So she passed it on.
By the end of that course I was on the train home, completely broke, with a ticket that was 24 ors out of date and no ones to replace it. I got caught, in Switzerland naturally, where I could expect no mercy. A nice lady paid my fare and refused to give me her address to send her back the money. "When you are older," she said,"you can do this for someone."
I have repaid this twice. Once I paid the fare for a young girl on the Heathrow but to our city, who had no money and no English to explain herself.
Once a young girl knocked at our front door and asked to camp in our garden- she was travelling. I gave her a meal,a camp bed, a shower, and an evening on the intent so she could email all her family (this was before Skype and she couldn't afford to text or phone very often). In the morning I sent her off with a big packed lunch.
I often think of those young girls and hope when they are old bags like me, they remember me, and pass it on, as I did..
I have a bad knee from a terrible break. So the people who help me off trains. Usually it is the ones you least expect, the tatty teenagers, the scary monsters, the very very smart.
It feels odd to boast about my own, but I was recently on a v long train ride. There were three entrancingly beautiful but poorly behaved children, with an exhausted mother (, the oldest had discovered that if you put a slit in your plastic cup, you can aim your coke accurately at passengers etc, the youngest was using two packets of quavers as confetti ( very effective, btw) rushing up and down the train under the passengers feet, under the conductor's feet) . You could feel the hatred of the other passengers after about an hour as they had about another 2 hours to go.
Fortunately I had lots of blank paper with me and some pens so they drew wonderful pictures and were beautifully behaved after that, and their ma was able to get a rest. I have one of the pictures up in my office, it is very talented indeed. They were lovely children but had been bored.
Ooh remembered a sweet story.
Want to the ballet. My then boyfriend was six foot seven. As we sat down, we heard a little whimpering sound. Behind us was a little girl, about four, in her best dress and ballet shoes. She had come to the ballet as a big big treat, and then a real live giant had sat down right in front of her and she couldn't possible see past us. Her little eyes were brimming over and her lip was wobbly. Her mum was stunned.
My boyfriend leant over and said, "would you and your mummy like to swap seats with us?".
Oh, and from strangers, the lovely Turkish Germans who got our car just about running again, at any rate down to the valley, when it died in a lonely pass in the Alps, night was falling and so was the snow....
This is a lovely idea for a thread!!
Mine was new years eve, id been out with a few friends in town at a club when we'd got chatting to a group of lads, i suddenly had a panic attack and just neede to get away outside as my head was spinning, looking back now id had my drink spiked by 1 of them, but i managed to get my coat and started to walk the long walk home out of my head.. I remember seeing a cab driver and asked him how far 20 p will get me (deadly serious, thats how out of it i was). He told me to get in the cab, i couldnt even string 2 words together but somehow managed to point him in the right direction, when we were near my house i said to him he needed to pull over as i didnt have enough money, he said theres no way on earth he was letting me out of the cab until i was outside my front door. Ill never forget him and i thanked him through his company a few days later, he was so modest about it!
My nice thing was a few years ago, myself and dp had gone into town to do a bit of shopping, as we were walking from the car park we ran into an old man who looked really upset and confused, i couldnt just walk past so we started chatting to see if he was ok, turns out he couldnt remember where he lived, obviously suffering from dementia in someway, we talked him through little bits of his childhood to see wher he had grew up and we drove around his od neighbourhood to see if that would trigger something, luckily it did as he remembered he lived near to a football ground, so we drove to that part of the city, as were driving around the streets slowly a group of people were all gathered at the top of 1 particular street and as we got closer he recognised his son.
The family were so thrilled to have him back, he apparently had a early onset dementia and there greatest fear was him walking out and getting lost. They offered us petrol money to cover our costs but we refused. We still see the family from time to time and always say hi, unfortunately there dad died a couple of years ago but i still feel really good about stopping to help him and id do it again in a heartbeat.
My next door neighbour is always doing kindnesses for us and the rest of the road. Clearing the leaves or snow, checking on the elderly. He's lovely.
A tribute to my husband. I got off at our station and a man was in pain. He refused to have an ambulance called, so DH drove him to a&e and waited with him. Turned out he had had a heart attack.
And another, though not random, DH drives a neighbour to see her husband in hospital once a week, round trip 70 miles, as she becomes too exhausted otherwise and this,way she can just about cope.
About 15 years my ex-bf and I were backpacking in Australia and living in a tent. We arrived in Sydney after a really long overnight bus journey and the campsite was miles north of the city so we jumped on another bus to get us there and asked the bus driver to let us know when we were at our stop. This bus driver - with quite a full bus - went a step further...he actually drove us to the campsite and dropped us off. It wasn't a massive diversion for him but we were so incredibly grateful.
Another one...when my DS was about 18 months he started having a febrile convulsion in his pushchair as I was in Tesco. While waiting for an ambulance to arrive I felt useless as I didn't know what to do, and a man who was shopping came over to me and said "It's alright love, my kids used to do this to me all the time", in quite a light-hearted way, took my DS from me and showed me what I neededto do and stayed with me until the ambulance arrived. A stranger who just felt like the most perfect person to be there at the time. He made me feel more calm in an instant. And then when the ambulance arrived he went. I think I said thank you but everything was such a blur I can't really remember. I really wished that I could have thanked him properly and I actually looked out for him for months afterwards but never saw him again.
My own acts of kindness...I gave a mum with two young children whose Oyster card had run out her bus fare. Didn't seem a huge deal but she was very grateful! Helped quite an elderly man who had fallen getting off his bike and was struggling to get up again. And at the swimming pool, a little girl of about 6 was following her dad, who was carrying a toddler, with a float. Suddenly the float popped out from underneath her and she found herself out of her depth and started screaming and panicking but her dad couldn't hear and despite being quite busy I seemd to be the only person to see. I'm sure a lifeguard would probably only have been a few seconds behind but I managed to get to the little girl first and she just burst into tears on me...properly shaking, poor thing. Her dad still hadn't even realised what had happened as he hadn't looked back to see if his daugther was ok and I had to try and catch up with him dragging my baby in her float seat, my 3yo and helping this little girl who was still very upset. The dad gave me a half-hearted thanks, called his daughter a "silly thing" and went on his way!
And to the cab driver who drove us at top speed to Great Ormond Street and wouldn't take any money.
I'll never forget the lovely old lady who sat next to me on a National Express coach on the way home from visiting my boyfriend when I was 18. It was young infatuation and I was devastated to be leaving him. The old lady wisely said nothing but just kept passing me sweets
I was driving home from work after a huge, stressful bust-up with my
bitch of a boss and accidentally rammed into the back of a car, thinking it had already left the slip road (if anyone knows the Tyne Bridge you know which one I mean). The driver saw I must have been in shock and calmed me down before telling me not to worry, he'd ring me later to go through any details if needed but that it looked fine and I should just get on with my day!
I like to give hot food to beggars when I can. I took one who was begging on the Tube once to Dominos and he said it was nice but he preferred McDonalds
Just being aware of the people around you can help a lot with the little kindnesses. An elderly woman was struggling getting out of her car the other day at the supermarket car-park and dropped her walking stick - there was no way she could reach it in a hurry. I picked it up for her and got her trolley. I think it's amazing how independent some elderly people are determined to be and how little provision there must be for the day-to-day things that matter.
I have had a few nice things done for me (I must come across as absolutely helpless). few that stick in my mind are 1) When I was in hospital a few years ago under some pretty upsetting circumstances, all alone in a strange city, and as soon as I saw the needle they were using for... I can't even remember what, I completely freaked out! Hysterical crying, snotting everywhere, shaking, the lovely nurse sat with me chatting and stroking my hair, gave me a hug (really awkward as I was lying on the table and she had to kind of bend over me and hug my head) It made me feel so calm and when I woke up she was there sat with me holding my hand and gave me a big smile and said "Well done, we got through it." really made me feel like I had someone going through it with me.
2) A lady who goes to baby group with me got chatting to me and we became quite friendly. One day I was having a terrible day, my dp had become very depressed since our dd was born and had been drinking a lot, leaving everything up to me. He was spending all his money leaving me financially responsible for our family. My brother had also been in a fairly serious car accident (he is fine now although pretty scarred) so as he couldn't work I sent him any spare money I had to help with rent and food, and tried to arrange to see him as often as possible (live about 5 hours train journey away). I also had a lot of trouble bonding with dd (possible PND) which was really taking its toll on me.
I was exhausted and on the verge of tears all the time. The lady must have seen me getting worse over the weeks and one day she came in with a voucher for the local hairdressers and gave it to me. I asked her why she was giving it to me and she said that while she was there they told her they were starting gift vouchers and she thought I was a lovely person who was doing so much for other people that it might be nice if I got something for me.
Both of these lovely women were so kind to me when I felt so alone and needed help, I will not forget them. Hopefully one day I can do something that makes such a difference to someone else, like they did for me.
Reading these lovely stories,there certainly seems to be guardian angels walking amongst us.Long may i continue.
in vietnam our bike broke down, we were in the middle of nowhere surrounded by paddy fields. a farmer came over to help us, he then went to get someone (it was his brother) they took us to their home and fixed it for us, his wife gave us food. we managed to communicate without knowing each others language. they had nothing, two rooms house with three young children but what they had they shared. they refused to take any money. i have never felt so humbled in my life and doubt i shall ever again. we returned the next day with football tshirts that we knew they would love which they did with a note (and money hidden inside the shirts) that was written for us by our b&b owner
oh many a guy who found my phone on a train going out of his way to meet me at the station and return it to me as he could see that it had a beautiful picture of ds on it. a woman coming over to me i was sitting on the train sobbing i was a few months pregnant(looked about 7) and really in a bad bad way, i was alone and scared what was going to happen she listened she did not say much just it will all work out and that the love for your baby will make you strong
i was knocked over and the kindness people showed made me cry, they thought i was crying in pain but i wasn't i was so touched by their kindness
People helped my DH get me home a couple of times when I fainted near home during pregnancy.
We live in an area where a lot of tourists come, & a few weeks ago we saw an old lady looking rather lost & worried. She'd forgotten the way back to the bus park & was worried she'd missed it, so we walked her across town to the bus park. She looked very relieved when she saw the driver and her friends. We got chatting on the way, she'd recently been widowed & it was her first day trip on her own since. She was really lovely.
While I was on mat leave we were horribly broke, we got food bank, a big bag of tins & a box of other stuff. DH took DD in the buggy, & the box of stuff, & rushed ahead to unlock the door (it was pouring with rain). A stranger saw me struggling with the bag & carried it the rest of the way home. DH & I did get a bit emotional that evening, that stuff saw us through Christmas.
We got stuck in traffic on our way back from a horrible hospital appointment with DS2. I was a bit tearful and he was miserable too. The cabbie stopped the meter when he realised what was going on and that we'd be in the cab a while.
I took a lady's overshoes off in the swimming pool for her yesterday. She had a newborn in a sling and an overwrought young child and couldn't reach her feet.
when l got my job this year after being out of work for 17 months and haveing baby inbetween l decided to give £100 on my first pay day to charity instead l made 10 bags of esentials for babies and gave them in to the mid wives center were live to help new mums.
The most amazing thing ever was when I went on maternity leave. We're in Australia and I had got confused with the maternity pay so I didn't get paid until 4 weeks after DS was born and DH was a SAHD so we literally had no money.
I was seriously depressed one morning, went to the letterbox and someone had left $5000 cash in an envelope with a note saying "with our love and prayers". We never found out who it was...
My car broke down on a busy dual carriageway, people were beeping me and I had 4 week old DS in the back. A guy drove along the middle "aisle", put me, DS in his car, called DH, called our breakdown (who picked up the car) and took us home!
Aside from the elderly lady I mentioned above who I think potentially saved my life, I remember once being a teenager and being lost in a strange town (had got on the wrong bus)caught another bus and it got me halfway home, and ran out of £.
An elderly lady gave me £2 in twenty pence pieces and told me how to get home. Bless her.
I always leave parking tickets for people. One guy was so astounded at my doing this-I went to uni, and my class was cancelled so I had a full night's ticket that I didn't need, and as I was going back to my car I offered it for him and he just couldn't get his head around why I'd do this! Asked me why I didn't need it , was I sure?! Lol it was a small thing. I guess people just aren't used to people being nice.
What else have I done.. I was once studying in a really big wetherspoons , and I saw one of the staff go to an elderly gent and literally dump his dinner down in front of him and run off. He shouted after her but she didn't go back to him and he was obviously confused, didn't know where to get his cutlery or condiments from. I went and got them for him and we had a chat, he was lovely.
I am sure I'll think of more done for me or by me as time goes on. I do like to be kind and helpful.
I cannot remember what film is from, but a good quote ;
'I have always relied on the kindness of strangers'.
Nine years ago (two days before Christmas!) I was delivering a Christmas card to some friends who lived down a country lane. No street lighting and hardly any other cottages. They were out. As I walked down their path my right leg slipped away from me. I heard a ripping sound and I had to sit down only to see my foot almost dangling off (I was told later it was floating free from my leg - ouch!). I sat there wondering what to do - the car radio was blaring and I had three small children sitting in it (aged 1-7) and the place was deserted. Luckily I had my mobile phone on me so I dialled 999. As I was waiting for the ambulance the neighbours who lived in the attached cottage arrived back from a shopping trip. They immediately took out the brand new duvet they had just bought from its box and put it over me. I often think how kind that was and whether they ever got the wet slush off it!
Standing in front of a bank teller who told me that my bank account had been cleared out ( bastard ex ) and I wasn't eligible for an over draft. I stood with tears pouring down my face and DD saying don't cry mummy .As I walked out of the bank she came after me and gave me £10 which I know was from her own purse.
Recently a colleague has organised a Christmas party for staff children. She asked senior( very very very well paid) members of staff if they would put a bit of money in each (£5) for a present for each child from Father Christmas . They declined. So I stuck £50 in an envelope , wrote 'love from Father Christmas ' on it and left it on her desk.
Sunflower, It is from A Street Car Names Desire.
When I had just had DD2 and was still in hospital, the heating in our house broke down (it was a blizzardy new year in north yorkshire) . When I got back from the hospital, the hallway was full of electric heaters of all shapes and sizes with notes of good luck attached from people I never even knew but who had obviously heard of our problem. We managed to stay warm until the boiler could get fxed.
Kind things for me:
My midwife saved my life (I know its her job, but she went well and truly beyond duty). I had a rough time after I gave birth and had she not listened to me when I said I wasn't feeling "right", I may very well have died. She stayed with me the entire time through surgery, and right until I got transferred to ITU later on that evening- she came and visited me the next day. Every other midwife that attended me the next day told me I had scared the life out of her!
I wrote her a card and bought some flowers, but it won't ever be enough to repay her. She told me she doesn't want me next time
My neighbour cleared all the snow off our steps, and put grit on them last year- 4 weeks after having DD. In fact he cleared the entire road! but it meant such a lot to me- he could see that we had had a rough time.
Kind things I have done:
Today I held a door open for a man who was struggling to get into a shop with his wheels (you know those trolley things, a walking aid if you like). Everyone had walked past and he was really struggling. He was so thankful it was lovely!
When working at my previous job I started doing an old mans shopping for him every Saturday. He was irish and stubborn, but his family had left him to die in a residential home with no help. For three years I did that and it became the most wonderful friendship- He died last month and I am still devastated.
After reading this thread I am weeping a bit but I am vowing to do an act of kindness every day. You guys are so wonderful
two strangers have greatly helped me - random kindness and always grateful
Not really the kindest as i cant really recall anything where a random stranger has done anything for me except once i used a cash machine and walked away without my cash and the lady behind me called me back and gave me it - she could have taken it herself but she didnt.
I haven't thought about this for years but this thread has reminded me. When I discovered I was pregnant with DD I was 20 and living miles away from home at University. I was a bit scared and reactions from other people weren't exactly positive!
I had a PT job in the Uni office and an older lady who worked there asked me why I seemed so glum. I told her I was pregnant and she too seemed sad for me - BUT as soon as she realised I was planning to keep the baby she said 'wait there!'. She came back about an hour later with a little pile of baby clothes that she had dashed out and bought in a local charity shop and a cake to celebrate!
I was so touched, it was the first time anyone had treated my pregnancy as something joyful as opposed to something that would ruin my life and we became very close after that.
oh, and my DP. Who took me in when I had nowhere to run.
Helping out at random is a good feeling. Happened upon some folk with a flat tyre and a flat spare this evening. Had my footpump in the van. Five minutes out of my day, and they can get home to get their tyres fixed. That's me in a good mood for a fair old while.
When I was selling my house a year or so ago, I had a terrible time! My lodger flooded the house (fell asleep in the sodding bath) TWO weeks before exchange of contracts. I had an influx of tradesmen, one of whom was a partner of a 'friend', let me down, do shoddy jobs, not turn up repeatedly. The council didn't turn up to take my old furniture...The new owners wanted to come and view and I had to put them off. The flood had caused the boiler to stop working, the hot water to stop working, the lights to not work...NIGHTMARE!
I was having a rant to a friend and she said her brother (whom I had never met!) was painfully shy, had just lost his job and was very depressed, and she'd have a word as she thought he would like to help me. He came around that evening, moved LOADS of junk/rubbish/old furniture to the tip for me, helped me clear things out and pack, looked at the boiler and diagnosed the problem (which obviously made it easier for me when trying to find a new boiler repair man, I actually knew what the F was wrong this time)!
He helped me clean up (the cleaner I had booked let me down too I forgot to mention that, last minute too!) and seemed so so happy to be assisting someone-he'd probably been feeling completely useless I guess.
Between him and my OH (who took loads of time off work to break under the floorboards and diagnose the electrics for when a competent electrician actually would turn up!) and my friend's brother, the nightmare got sorted.
I was soooo grateful. I gave him some money (not enough!) for helping but he was very reluctant to take it although I could tell he really must have needed it by how grateful he was once I insisted.
Not seen him since, but after being let down by so many people, he made things so much better. Bless him.
When I was a teenager, I had been to visit family and was heading back to the station to get my train home. It was tipping down, and I was pushing my bike and laden panniers up a 1 in 4 hill, with another 9 miles to go after that. A man with a truck stopped to offer me a lift - my bike went in the back, and I went in the cab with him, and he took me the 3 miles up the hill to the junction with the main road. It was still raining, but not as hard, and although there were still some minor uphill bits, it was mostly downhill from that point, and I was warmer. It really meant a lot to me.
A year or so back, I was in the queue at the petrol station, and a woman ahead of me had forgotten her purse, which she hadn't realised. The station staff were threatening to phone the police, even though she offered to leave her car there, and walk back home to collect it (which it turned out was only a couple of miles away.) They weren't happy with that, so I asked if she was local, and after I paid for mine, gave her and her daughter a lift back home and then back to the petrol station. I don't honestly see what difference it was me giving a lift compared with them walking, other than it was a bit quicker, but it kept the station staff happy, and stopped the situation turning nasty.
And thank you, iFad ( I could have just googled it I suppose)!
I parked the car, 2 small children with me, one crying the wee song, had no change for the meter, asked a passerby if they could change my note and the man insisted I simply have the money for the car park.
He said he didn't need it as much as I did and one day I would see someone else in a similar situation, I could help them to pay him back!
At the time I was utterly skint. I was so grateful!
One that sticks in my head was an elderly man. Freezing cold December, was on a night out with friends. He was homeless, and at the end of the night we walked past him as he was trying to get food out of a rubbish bin. Couldn't stand the thought, that could be someone's grandad and he had nothing
Took him to the late night chippy, paid for a meal and tea and left him all my money out my purse (about £50)
He just sat there and looked at me, I don't think he could speak. He was hiding the money in his sock so nobody could steal it when I left him
One of my friends said I was a mug, but nobody roots through bins on a freezing cold night to eat pizza crusts unless they have to
Another forum (trying not to out self!). My friend had an accident and was left with concussion. She couldn't look after her animals that day. A woman from the forum turned up and helped all day, and we've been friends ever since
After uni a friend and I were travelling in South America. My friends passport and money were stolen while we were on a bus to Lima. We realised when we arrived at the bus station. She had all the cash, so we only gad a very small amount between us. It was a Saturday, late and no money exchanges were open (back in the days of travellers cheques). We had just about enough to get a cab to the consulate - but the cab driver got it wrong and dropped us in a random business district no where near the consulate. We stood outside this building trying not to panic and work out what to do when some people came out. It was a firm of lawyers - they took us in and gave us a drink, then talked amongst themselves... One of them took us home with her to her parents house, where we stayed the whole weekend. Her brother drove us to the consulate and we stayed with them for another few days until the new passport was ready. The family took us sightseeingm fed us, watered us, we didn't pay for anything. The elderly parents spoke no English and my Spanish wasn't up to much. They asked us about food in England and we told them about fry ups, on our last day when the mother was making breakfast, she fried some eggs and ham and told us "fry ups!". They were so very very kind, I really don't know what we would have done if they hadn't taken us in. To my deep shame we didn't keep in touch, but I am eternally grateful to them.
The lovely men who gave me a loft back to my flat when I was broke, alone and missed my train in London. I said, "no way" and they pointed out that they were a gay couple and wouldn't touch me with someone else's barge pole. Lovely blokes.
The Ugandan man who blazed a trail through a crowd so weeing could happen in an African bus station.
The guys in Viet Nam who went and got a bag for my friend. Her bag went missing on a bus and they found it.
The homeless men who pushed my car out of a snow drift. No home and they got me home.
I hope I reciprocate. I try whenever there is an opportunity.
The woman who came up to me when I was a pregnant 20 yr old student nurse crying in a train because I'd left my bag with my maternity notes and hearing aids in it at the station that morning. It was the day on my finals. She simply told me I would feel better in the morning.
I did- my bag was handed in with everything in it. I passed my exams and had my wonderful son a few months later.
Best thing I've done is give my canal boat to a gentle homeless aspie chap who still lives happily on it with his cat. I've been paid back tenfold for that over the years in karma.
On my first day back in UK I got lost going to the supermarket and forgot my money. The lady at the til kept the basket for 2 hours while I walked back to get my money. On my way back, I met a lovely lady who drove me to the supermarket and then invited me to lunch. In tve afternoon she took me to the RNIB and walked through the rooms with me, showing me what products were available. We went for coffee too.
Last year, i was given 2 nights of free accomodation at a hotel in Nha Trang.
A few years ago, I was at Vietnamese embassy and the ambassador came out to thank me for my work. He also gave me my visa for free.
So many things.
The best act of kindness I've ever seen actually changed the life of the person who did it , just as much as I believe it saved someone else's life . I've told this story at least once before , so it'll be familiar to some .
I work as a response PC in a London borough that is particularly financially poor in places. One morning , some years ago now , a young lad of about 16 was going down the road , when he went past a house that had a load of milk outside as well as a few newspapers . He walked to the end of the road , but something about it worried him , so he decided to go back and check . He called through the letterbox , only to hear a faint faint cry for help . He rang 999 , and we turned up along with the ambulance , to put the door in . When we do , we find a 90 odd year old lady collapsed on the floor , having been there for about 2 days following a fall . She is very very poorly , but gets taken to hospital and subsequently makes a full recovery . I have no doubt that him ringing us saves her life .
However , the sight of her so ill , makes him quite upset , so I take him home . When we get there , Dad opens the door , takes one look at his son standing next to a police officer , and absolutely hits the roof , because he thinks his son's done wrong . When I finally manage to get a word in edgeways ( and it took a while !) I explain to him exactly how well their son had done , and how fantastic he was . By the end , mum was in tears , Dad was in tears , and I wasn't far off . It seems the lad had been getting into a bit of trouble with the wrong friends , and failing at school . I tell him 'well done ' again and carry on with the rest of the shift .
About 4 years or so later , I'm on the same road , doing a bit of road sweeping after an accident , when all of a sudden I'm grabbed from behind and lifted clean off my feet in a bear hug, much to the amusement (and consternation !) of my colleagues . It's the same young man . He told me that because of the belief in him and my praise for his actions , he'd begun to believe in himself , and had not only completed his a levels with decent passes , but had a steady apprenticeship with a very reputable firm . It was the first time that someone had had faith in him as a person , and had done wonders for his self esteem . I told him it was all his own work .
That makes me cry my eyes out every time, Plomino <shakes fist>
i went into theatre to have a d&c after a miscarriage and woke up to a nurse holding my hand & crying. she gave me a big hug & told me how sorry she was.
i used to work in a nursing home & grew very close to a few residents without families. i would sit & chat to them. when the time came i sat by their bed & held their hand when the past away as i didnt want them to be scared and alone. i was well after my shifts ended but i pitched up tent for the night.
When I was travelling I met a lady on a sleeper train. She didn't speak any English, but I was put on the phone to her grandchild and he asked me to make sure she had a safe journey. Had some fun learning her language and vice versa.
At the end of the journey we queued at a taxi rank. I started to feel unwell and nearly passed out. The lady dragged me to the front of the line. She then safely took me to my hostel and left me her phone number for if I needed anything. I will never forget her kindness. I only realised later she had paid for the taxi, really generous and lovely act to a complete stranger.
someone puked on the train platform late friday even and I gave them a pack of tissues and a bottle of water
I find the tube is where I am most kind, as really noone else is!!!
hmmm - acts of kindness I have done.
I gave a frazzled father whose car was about to run out of fuel at the supermarket £5 so he could put some fuel in. He looked desperate and tbh I could have spent that £5 on some pointless tat and he looked like he needed it way more than me.
I was leaving the tube station to go and pick my daughter up from nursery which is next to the hospital. A very worried and shaken lady was asking the underground staff how she got to the cancer treatment centre from the tube. It was raining and the staff member could only point to the bus stops. As I was driving that way anyway I offered her a lift. She was so grateful that she kept saying she would pray for my baby (i was pregnant). I really don't know how anyone could have ignored her poor love.
My grandma was the ultimate though, when she died at 91 a very distraught young lady who obviously had been going through some personal issues came up to me at her funeral. None of us knew who she was, and she explained she had read my grandma's obituary and wanted to tell us how she would miss my grandma as she would visit her once a fortnight for a cup of tea and a chat. She ran off before I could ask for more details. But her taking the time to come and pay her respects like that really warmed our hearts.
When I was working on a cruise ship, a few of us had gone into town for a meal and we missed the last bus back to the ship. If we had been late we all would have been fired. The waitress overheard us and then got her brother to come and take us back to the ship in his camper van. He refused to take any of our money. We got back just in time. This was my first time in France and the stereotype of French people despising us Brits really did not ring true that day.
My DD was born by C section and as the theatre gradually filled up with nurses and medics I began to realise something was seriously wrong. Everyone was focussed (of course) on the baby, but the lovely anaesthetist stayed with me, quietly explaining what they were checking for and trying to distract me. Eventually one of the medics turned to me and said, 'baby seems to be having trouble breathing, we just need to pop her upstairs to SCBU for some oxygen.'
As he turned to whisk her away, the anaesthetist said 'WAIT - let mum have a cuddle first' I held my precious, blue baby for a few memorable seconds and then off she went.
Thirteen days and 2 heart surgeries later, I got my second cuddle. I am always so so grateful to that anaesthetist who obviously had an inkling we were in for a long separation.
DD, btw, is now a strapping 12 year old who has never looked back. I get dozens of cuddles every day.
I make window displays for a living, I was working on one particularly hard window with the sun streaming in day after day roasting me alive, all contorted up trying to get bits of handmade "coral" wired into place and pulling every muscle in my back in the process.
A man who must have walked past that window every day came in with a box of chocolates, told me my window was beautiful and left.
I actually cried a little bit, it was so sweet.
The kindest thing I have done will be a bit cryptic. I have paid for something for a bereaved MNer who couldn't afford it herself and I hope helped her a bit at a very difficult time. She didn't ask or anything, but I saw her talking on a thread I randomly clicked on.
The kindest things done for me are all small things, but that make you feel good. Like people giving me seats on the tube when I was pregnant, my neighbour clearing all our leaves along with his on the drive when (unknown to him) I was feeling awful with morning sickness and DH was away.
I'm so proud of my mum, who just told me that last night she was on a train home and there was a young woman on the seat in front. A drunk rambling old man got on and sat next to the young woman and started harrassing her and wouldn't leave her alone.
My mum tapped the guy on the shoulder and said, ' I think you are making this young lady feel really uncomfortable. Why don't you come and sit next to me instead?' so he did, and then drunkenly (and quite stinkily) told her his life story all the way home. My mum said it was a bit of a trial but worth it to see the relief of the young woman, who thanked her profusely when the guy got off.
I expect she made the man feel better too - sounds like he was just after a chat but it can be very intimidating!
Kindest things I have seen/heard about/done myself:
A friend saw a distressed elderly woman struggling with a shopping trolley in the bay, and went over to help put the pound coin in. The lady just said "Thank you. My husband used to do this for me." Bless her. <sniff>
My mum takes flowers to her neighbour every year on the anniversary of their daughter's death. There's no chat and tea, just a simple exchange.
I saw 2 young teen girls in a train toilet station looking really upset and asked them what was the matter. They said they needed to get to <destination> but were really confused and didn't know if there were any trains going there. I said I didn't know either but ran out to catch an attendent to ask him to please direct the girls to where they needed to be. A little while later I saw the train to their destination pulling out, and the girls weren't on the platform so they must have made it in the nick of time. I'd missed my own train but at least I knew where I was going!
A really kind Greek man shared his bread on the bus at 7am with me and my 2 friends I was backpacking with. We were exhausted and skint, it meant a lot at the time.
A Polish taxi driver took me and a friend much further than our combined money would take us after a night out, because he said he had a daughter our age and would like to think someone would do the same for her to get her home safely.
This isn't a stranger but I have to tell it because I'll never forget the day my friend pulled a sickie from work to take me out when I got some bad news. She took me to a cafe and just held me as I cried on the phone to my Mum. She would have done the same even if I hadn't known her, because that's similar to how we met!
This thread has me sobbing buckets!
plantsitter I LOVE your Mum! Well done her.
A few more I've remembered - this one I've told before. Pre-DC but when we were very much trying I was impressed at Victoria by a woman getting off a tube, and effortlessly managing herself and her pushchair up the escalator. Of course, she came a cropper after that as there are only steps up to the mainline station. I went to offer help, which she was in the process of accepting when a very dapper gent came up, silently handed me his briefcase, took the end of the pushchair and carried it up the stairs. We both thanked him at the top, he took back his briefcase and said "The style to which you should both be accustomed" and walked off! Brilliant.
When I had my first miscarriage, DH and I were devastated. The doctor in A&E examined me (the MC had been very quick and very painful) and confirmed that it had happened. She just put her hand on my leg and told me how sorry she was as I thanked her and cried. There was something about the humanity with which she said it. She was so kind. I know the NHS deserves much of the bad rap they receive for the way in which they deal with miscarriages but at my local hospital, I have received nothing but kindness and care.
I was in the park with my Mum and the two DDs a couple of weeks ago - DD2 was only about four weeks old and DD1 is 17 months (I get either laughter or sympathetic looks from every woman of childbearing years or older when I'm out and about!) and an elderly man looked into the pushchair and said oh how lovely! We stopped for a quick chat as he admired the girls and told me how lucky I was and how children are such a blessing. Then he thanked us for stopping and went on his way. That made me really sad. How many people would have walked past thinking he was some kind of "weirdo" . He just wanted a quick chat, and it took nothing to stop for a couple of minutes.
When I was walking over London Bridge a couple of years ago at rush hour a man ahead of me FLICKED a penny at a homeless man . I was FURIOUS and was going to tackle him when I remembered that would do nothing but get me a torrent of abuse so instead, I went to ask the man if he was ok. Of course it turned out he was from my hometown. I went to the local Pret and bought him a hot drink and something to eat. He was there a lot so I did that a fair bit for a while. I went on maternity leave after a bit so didn't see him. He's not been there since I've been back at work. I hope he's ok.
The most impressive think done for me (i was just 16) was that a random middle-aged stranger bought me a ticket to a fancy event and gave me a ride home afterwards... Nothing inappropriate whatsoever.
Whatever good i did... I rescued a stray dog. RSPCA would have killed her.
Plomino I read that when you posted it before, but it still makes me cry. Such a fantastic example about how the small things make such a difference.
I would like to add a story of what my husband did.
We were with the kids in the park outside my house an there were 2 mums with a pram and one had a flat tyre my husband offered to help as they were struggling it turned out it was a puncture so my husband went to our loft got the inner tube off our old pram and fixed it so they could carry on their day. Worst thing was he got no thanks!
A stranger saved my life. I was a student travelling in a foreign country unable to speak the language. I fell ill and he insisted on driving me quite a distance to hospital despite me changing my mind part way through. I later heard I'd only had three hours to live.
The lovely Women from the MNVogue thread sent me flowers from Wild At Heart when my niece was born last July with such serious brain damage that the clinic said she would not survive. I had to fly to see her thinking I was going to watch as they took her off Life support. Thankfully she has survived w/ problems and the flowers I received on my return helped lift my spirits during a terrible time. (I had lost my Father/FIL and cat in the previous 12 months so this was the last straw.)
Last week I was in Waitrose and whilst paying for goods I observed another customer being extremely unpleasant and abusive to the check out operator-a young lad and the packer; an older man. She was ordering them about, calling them slow for not packing fast enough and being generally foul. My check out operator said this Woman had been a continual problem and nobody supports the staff. I paid for my goods, walked up to her and told her that she was rude, obnoxious in her behaviour and had no right to treat people as servants. She was behaving like Prince Andrew in drag. Like all bullies tend to do, she shut up and became meek when somebody stood up to her.
I went home and emailed the manager of the store and asked him to ensure he supported his staff better as I do not wish to see them being treated like this. I gave the details of the operator from my till receipt and said they had been treated appallingly yet behaved w/ commendable restraint. I went back on Sunday and coincidentally got the same operator and the young lad was next to her again. They were pleased that I had emailed and said the manager is on the look out for this customer to deal w/ her behaviour.
I couldn't think of a way to say this earlier without outing myself, but I also want to add that one of the kindest things ever done for me was when I was having a really tough time with something and posted about it on here (in another name) and a MNer took the time out to message me and 'hold my hand' through it. You know who you are.
This thread is making me howl
So many lovely, lovely little (and big) things that make such a difference.
I helped an old man who fell over. He was in a real mess and kept telling me not to help as I'd end up dirty. I sat on the floor with him, got covered in blood and dirt and held his hand until the ambulance arrived.
DS is disabled. He is a real character and "makes friends" wherever we go. Using the lkval shops became a bit embarrassing as we would end up with gifts of fruit at the greengrocer, sweets at the newsagents and even a book at the charity shop. (Did wonder if I should have gone to the jewellers too )
Where we holiday there is a lovely elderly lady who has befriended him over the years nd has taken to giving him gifts.
Likewise people on the beach. He will take himself off and sit and chat to the nearby adults and won't stay with us although we do keep a close eye on him. I do worry about being seen as one of "those" parents who let others entertain their kids but everyone is so nice to him!
Had not long since passed my driving test aged about 18 and was driving back from boyfriends late one cold dark night. Stalled car at lights and was struggling to restart the engine and get going as was on a slight incline when I noticed several male youths coming up behind the car. I was terrified, but without a word they grouped together and pushed me going again. I was so relieved and thankful.
so many to mention. When I came off my bike in the snow and broke my arm badly the (scruffy) student who gave me his coat in below freezing temperatures to keep warm while the ambulance came, and then locked my bike up for me and gave me the keys back.
The nurse who had admitted me following a complicated miscarriage who came to see me the following morning when she was visiting a relative and not on shift.
My lovely pharmacist who dropped DS (who is disabled) prescription through my front door when my DH was away and DS was really poorly.
The people who stop and offer to help when DS is having a tantrum and I am trying to carry him, his kaye walker and shopping to a till and back to my car as quickly as possible, often making themselves late but making my day that little bit easier by just asking what they can do to help.
The farmer who went and got a tractor to pull my car out of a ditch when as a 17 year old who had just passed my test I skidded and didn't want to tell my mum (I told her about 10 years later).
As for what I have done, whatever I ever can. I have stayed with a young man who pulled his tendon running for the tube, and got him and his luggage off the train at a station and medical help when he couldn't walk. I have carried buggies, shopping, for people on the tube more times than I care to remember. I am always in my best city suit when in London but I know what it is like to be on the other side.
I have taken a teenaged girl to hospital and called her mum and stayed with her mum came from 2 hours away when they fainted and were having funny heart murmurs.
I have picked up a cyclist who was hit infront of me but had minor injuries when I was taking my DS to a hospital appointment.
I have a bit of a habit of adopting strays, both animal and people, and going out of my way to make sure someone's ok - but the story people retell was at Christmas many years ago.
I was flying back to the UK on Christmas Eve and one by one the airports were shutting due to heavy snow. I was sat next to an American girl who was hoping to get a connecting flight home and we were discussing Christmas plans and how she was really worried she'd left it so late.
When we landed it was clear that her flight was cancelled and that she'd have to spend Christmas Eve, and probably Christmas Day, in the airport.
I ended up inviting her to Christmas with my family, much to the shock of my parents when we came through the gate, and my whole family were just wonderful and welcoming.
My Aunt found room at the table on Christmas Day, my Dad took it on himself to call the airport every hour to check if the flight was rescheduled, my little cousins made last minute cards and presents for their new American friend and we ended up travelling en masse to drop her back at the airport on Boxing Day because my cousins were determined to wave goodbye.
This was in the days before facebook but we stayed in touch via email and each Christmas I get a card from her, asking if I've taken in any more lost souls that year!
Not the kindest thing ever, but this happened yesterday.
I was taking dd2 to a concert she was singing at for school. I had to drop her off in a town I don't know, take her into the concert hall and leave her with her teacher. Meant parking for about 15 minutes.
I didn't want to use the multistorey because I hate them, and also I would have to pay for 2hours (£2.50) for just 15 minutes.
I found a space outside, which you could park up to an hour, pay at metre.
Price 70p for 30 minutes, which was ideal.
Except I only had £1 coin or 20p and it didn't give change.
So I stopped this lady and asked if she had change for £1. She looked terrified and hurried off. But the man behind her stopped, rooted in his pocket, and said, sorry he only had 50p in change. I thanked him, turned to dd2, and when I trurned back he had put the 50p in the machine and left.
So instead of having to pay £1, I only had to pay 20p.
This thread has me in tears .
I would like to say thank you to all the "strangers" who are currently helping advise me and support me during DD being ill these last two weeks. It might just be a few minutes each time they post but they are helping more than they know. Just to have someone to ask is brilliant. Thank you .
I have bawled my eyes out at this thread - such lovely tales of human kindness - thanks for sharing them!
I was just reminded of this thread yesterday evening as I walking home. 2 boys, about 8 years old, were walking in front of me and one was telling the other how he'd kicked his ball over into the neighbours' garden and when he went to ask for it back they had not only given him his ball back, but also another football, a pump for it AND an ice lolly! He was so excited and it made me happy that his neighbour had really made his day with a small act of kindness.
It's not on the scale of the rest of these I know!
Loving the nail varnish story.
There's been many- both giving and receiving- but after thinking about it, my favourite is this.
I had gone to Prague on a friend's stag do and we were visiting the Charles Bridge, which is a big tourist attraction- consequently there are many street entertainers that ply their trade there. We had just got there and it was quite early in the day. There was an old lady who was clearly very nearly blind who had taken a while to set up her keyboard, amp and seat and just as she started playing and singing ‘Scarborough Fair’, the heavens opened and it started pelting down. She maybe got through the first verse and chorus. Everyone, street entertainer and tourist alike rushed for the archways to take shelter from the storm. I found myself pressed up next to the lady that had been playing the keyboard. We were all pretty much crammed in together. After a few moments, I started singing very quietly next to her, and after a few lines, she joined in with me singing ‘Scarborough Fair’- just the two of us crammed in together in the archway. After we finished the song, I pressed some money into her hand and wandered off. It was a kindness both given and received, from, I think, both our perspectives.
For me its the guy who bought me a hot chocolate when I was sat on a wall outside a touristy place, bawling my eyes out. I was travelling, 1000s of miles away from home and received a phone call that my mum was seriously ill and likely to die in the next few hours.
He had no idea what was wrong, but bless that man.
The one thing that stands out for me is when I was having dd2, 6 weeks early. Went to local hospital but I was bleeding way too much, think pouring out of me and my body wasn't doing what it should. I had to be transferred by ambulance to a hospital 40 mins away. The midwife who was seeing to me came with me in the ambulance, stayed with me in the hospital and held my hand as dd was born by ventouse. I was in so much pain and she helped me more than she will ever know. Also the two lovely paramedics also stayed and came to see dd after she was born Turned out her cord was round her neck twice and thats why she wasn't coming out.
I have two acts I have carried out both involve cash machines, once was a lady had left her debit card in the machine so I took it into the bank, the teller was shocked I had handed it in. The second was another lady had left her cash, £30 in the machine and walked off, I chased after her up the road to give it back.
I was 16 weeks pregnant and experiencing a painful and drawn out miscarriage. A student nurse sat on the bed and held my hand and just comforted me for nearly an hour until the horrible sister made her leave . It was a horrendous time and I had no sympathy or comfort from any other member of staff, but 28 years later I still remember that student nurse called Kim.
I go abroad to Africa to help with cardiac surgery for children and its amazing to be involved in giving kids the life saving operations they need. Some of the families are so poor and desperate its heart breaking at times.
At the end of our stay we were due to leave and a young patient came up to us to say thank you and he had carefully and beautifully wrapped a chocolate bar and was beaming with pride as we accepted it. I cried buckets. just a little chocolate bar but this family were so poor it would have been a huge sacrifice for them. The whole team shared that chocolate bar with him and there were lots of hugs and tears. I still well up thinking about him.
I love this thread, and I've just thought of another RAOK that has been given to me.
Not long after I had first started driving, I was reversing out of a tight space in a multi storey car park, and I accidentally knocked someone else's car. This was long before there were people doing cars washes and CCTV all over the place, and if I'd have driven away I'd have been as confident as possible that I'd have gotten away with it.
I left a very polite and apologetic note with my phone number on, and when I got home I told my mum and my then boyfriend what had happened. They both told me I should have driven away and not said anything, and my mum especially was freaking out about how much it was going to cost as I was still a student at the time. I was really upset and felt very stupid, and about 10 minutes after the whole thing calmed down at home the man whose car I drove into phoned. He said he was so pleased that I'd been honest and polite that there was no way he was going to take any money from me or my insurance company. I don't know what I'd written that gave it away, but he said he could tell I was young and I'd given him faith in the honesty of young people.
The kindest thing strangers have done for me.
They donated their blood
Because people who had never met me or my DD did this my DD was able to survive almost two years of intense chemo.
When the chemo didn't work, the platelets (a blood product) donated by strangers enabled my darling girl to die at home, in peace, and not horribly and in pain, bleeding to death because her body could no longer make them.
She was 'allergic' to blood products so all of her transfusions had to come from single donors (I am a bit hazy on the details).
Not the same person but nevertheless the kindness of strangers helped my DD to be able to die in my arms and not on a hospital bed.
So thank you everyone who gives blood.
Last year's Christmas Appeal; two awesome strangers, the one who nominated me, and the one who sent me the most amazing box of presents ever. I cried.
Not sure about the other question, I like doing little random acts of kindness. I sent a rescue for Romanian dogs all of LittleDogs clothes that didn't fit but were still good; last year 30 dogs froze to death, hopefully this year they'll be wearing LittleDog's clothes, and will be lovely and warm.
Mine is shit compared to yours, MrsDV
People have been really, really kind to me in big ways and small. I hope I've been kind in at least as many ways. Since this is Mumsnet - thanks again to the MNer who sent me a slow cooker, after she read in a post that mine had broken & I couldn't afford a new one.
The woman who gave me a hug in Durham cathedral cafe, after a row with my ex.
The couple who gave me a dollar to get a bus over the US - Mexican border.
Countless people who have helped me carry push chairs and lift suitcases in airports.
There's a busy roundabout between my house and the park with no crossing. I was perched on the little island in the middle of the road, trying to judge when it was safe to go, cars zooming around without indicating so very tricky to judge. One hand on pushchair, the other trying to grip toddler who was tantruming because he didn't want his hand held. He was doing the slack legs thing so practically on the floor. Kind lady pulled her car across the junction and stopped so that no cars could get past her and I could cross safely. I could have kissed her.
The very posh gentleman in an expensive suit who pushed my sisters car out of the hedge after she had skidded on ice, he made sure it was still drivable and then got back in his car covered in mud to go to work.
About 1986 in a job centre in London a kind lady gave me £5. Her name was Linda. I was living pretty much hand to mouth at the time so it meant a lot to me. I had arranged with her to go back the following week to repay her but got a job in the meantime and never did. I've felt terrible for all those years. Linda if you're reading, I've never forgotten you and have felt terrible about it all these years. I hope I didn't ruin your trust in human nature - I honestly didn't mean to trick you out of it. Thank you
The kindest thing that has happened to me was from my next door neighbour. The day after I moved house my car was written off. I had absolutely no way of getting to work unless I wanted to pay £40 a day for a taxi.
She knocked on the door and said she had heard and would I like a lift to and from the train station for a week until I could get a new one sorted out.
I gratefully accepted and the next morning on the car ride I asked where she worked, turns out she doesn't so she was getting up at stupid o clock in the morning and coming out in the evening just to pick me up!!
Wouldn't accept a penny of petrol money either.
I try to pay it forward when I can and last year I was on the last train from Exeter to Waterloo on Xmas eve. As we went through a station I saw a young lad (late teens) rush to the door and realised he must have missed his stop. The next stop was mine and the lad got off as well.
I asked if he was ok and he said that he was an agency chef and was working Xmas day at a fancy hotel. There were no taxis to be found at all so when DH turned up to pick me up we gave him a lift to the hotel.
Sorry, I have to share this as I remembered it earlier today.
Four of my sixth formers (the ones who were always in trouble for something) were walking back from the shops at lunchtime and they passed a house where they heard crying and water splashing.
Turns out that the elderly couple who lived at the house had a burst pipe in the bathroom and the husband had slipped over on the water and couldn't get up. His wife was chair-bound and couldn't get up either so was crying.
My students were superb. One turned off the water at the stopcock, one phoned the ambulance for the man and put him into the recovery position. The two girls comforted the old lady, cleared up all the water, made them cups of tea and one of them phoned their father, who was a plumber, to come and sort the pipe. They even found time to ring me at the school to explain why they were late.
I couldn't stop crying at that one, I was so proud.
Oh and a small but powerful one. On my daily commute home I lost my train ticket. The inspector came round to find me frantically searching for it.
He asked where I was getting off the train, I answered truthfully and he said "Ok, I'll come back in 20 minutes and if you haven't found it I'll have to fine you. Understand? " We were only 5 minutes away from my station and he knew it...
On a bus to a plane with a 6 month old and a two year old, by myself.
An older couple was across from me, the man either having had fresh surgery on an amputated arm or the actual amputation, as it was still bandaged etc.
Out of a full bus onto airplane steps of people pushing to be the first onto the plane that was taking us all to the same place, the wife asked me if I needed help up the steps with the kids. Like she didn't have enough to worry about.
When a very good friend died, George Michael sent the most spectacular bunch of flowers to their funeral - he must have found out our mate was a massive fan, somehow. I have always had a soft spot for him since then.
scarer no it isnt!
I happen to have a Romanian rescue dog.
She says thank you very much for being kind to her compatriots.
I was once late for a hot date: on my way home I stopped off at a branch of Habitat on a very busy road. A very elderly and frail lady was trying to get across the road and as it was scarily busy to attempt on her own, I helped her.... She then asked if I'd help her back to her swanky flat block about five minutes (for a hail and hearty person!) walk away...well half an hour later I bade her adieu at the concierge's desk. This was the days before mobile technology, so I was unable to warn my date of my delay....he was still there waiting though - but only because there'd been some police involving 'incident' at the station opposite the pub so had been so distracted he'd failed to notice that I was late!
Best example of help offered unexpectedly was a youth of about 16 in a hoodie at a London Underground station with too many steps to negotiate safely with DS (under a year old) in a buggy. I paused to assess if I could safely do it alone; before I'd had time to finalise my risk assessment, this youngster appeared from nowhere, picked up the bottom of the buggy and off we went down about 40 steepish steps....He then gave me a big smile and jumped over the gates to avoid paying his fare!
Oh geez bohemian that story has me with a big lump in my throat!
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A MNetter did me a lovely act of kindness today. I had never met her or even spoken to her before. She made an offer on a thread to help people and followed it through. She very much restored my faith in human nature.
During some floods a few years ago a lady in a 4x4 stopped to offer me a lift in the pouring rain as my car had stopped in a large puddle. I was soaked and therefore soaked her car but she insisted. This was after my car was pushed into a car park off the road by some nice blokes leaving the nearby pub. I always try and pass it on. My DH was stranded in the snow in his stupid midlife crisis rear wheel drive BMW and was rescued by a lady in a Fiesta The next day we stopped to help a chap trying to jump start his car for a job interview. We didn't manage to start it but I did let him know about a local garage which he didn't know about who could help him out. Last week I passed on a parking ticket to a family who were very grateful.
DH found a phone in the road on his way home, it was an expensive model, we looked through the contacts (a lot were in another language) but one said home so I rang it, the man was so pleased, he came to collect it and bought with him a very large box of chocs for us. Another time,
DH lost his wallet, the next morning his bank rang to say wallet had been found and the person had taken wallet to the bank as his bank card was in there, the bank cancelled the card and phoned DH, we never knew who found the wallet, there was still cash in it. Makes you realise that there are some good people about
ahh what a lovely thread!
The anaesthetist's nurse who saw me really freaking out as I was wheeled for the second time into theatre after a D&C for a retained placenta and was haemorrhaging - she stopped everyone for a second, took off her gloves, held my face with her hands, then kissed my cheek.
The wonderful ladies on MN who made me feel human and not a totally awful person for being completely unable to BF - it really affected me quite deeply, I will always be grateful.
The bus driver in dublin who found my handbag on the bus and phoned my mum on my mobile in said bag, then found out where I was staying, before driving his double decker bus to the hostel to give me my bag. I was a very poor student, it was the only holiday I had had in a long time - and obviously was v´was very upset about my bag, he refused all offers of money and insisted on dropping off wherever I wanted to go before heading home for his tea!
and many, many others - I find people generally can be very kind.
my paying it back..
I used to live in London.. I was out at a pub near Liverpool Street and it was freezing, and homeless man was sat begging and half crying. I sat down next to him (amid lots of tutting from colleagues) and ask him his story, he used to be a plumber but was made redundant, couldn't get work, lost his home and found himself on the streets. I took him to the cashpoint, took out 20 quid for two nights at the shelter and gave it to him, I took a taxi with him to said shelter and made sure he got a bed, I gave him another 20 from my purse for food.
I went to uni in Bristol, there was a young woman begging by a cashpoint (loads of beggars in bristol) and she was pregnant. Everyone ignored her, I sat down to talk to her, she had a missing front tooth and was pregnant (domestic violence caused her to flee). I took out my last 20 quid of my overdraft, and the walked up and down the street in my glad rags getting money from strangers for her - I got over 100 quid on top. I walked her to the ladies shelter. I gave her my number, but she never called. I hope she was ok.
The old man who looked very odd and everyone walked round to avoid came over to me. I have a little dog and he asked me if he could pet her, since he used to have a dog similar and he missed his dog. We chatted and I gave him a big hug before heading home. It made him cry, he said he hadn't been touched my someone in so long, he just wanted a bit of human contact.
Also - I always let cars out when I am driving, even if people behind tut and beep at me
Lady at a m1 service station
She help Squeeze ketchup onto my daughters plate.
I was tandem bfing my twins and my eldest daughter couldn't help her sister
I was about to scream with frustration and this lady came and helped
Thank you who ever you were
Teaandflapjacks I left my mobile in a cab a couple of months ago. The driver found it and rang "Dad" who rang me at work most confused! The very nice driver dropped it to my office when next in the City. I was in a meeting so couldn't go and see him but it was such a kind thing to do! I was really grateful.
Oh and another one. This time from the lovely people of London. I was catching a bus with my friend in a wheelchair and she'd got the bus number mixed up so we were going West rather than North West. A lady overheard our conversation and told us where to get off, the bus number we needed, where the new bus stop would be and what direction to catch it in. Then on that bus another lady told us all the details of how to catch the next bus we needed. All in the pitch black pouring rain getting a wheelchair on and off in London rush hour. Took us 2 hours instead of 20 minutes but we did it!!
Ive really been enjoying reading this thread
and having a good cry and I just feel compelled to share this.
Even though she isn't really a stranger...
The lady who runs a course I've been going to with DS (he is 10 months old) for the last 6 ish months. Every week she asks all the mums how they are, how their week was and what the LOs are up to. Most of the time it's little developmental things or questions about feeding/weaning/sleeping (she is also a children's nurse). She had been tenderly asking me for a few weeks how I was doing and that I looked worn out and could someone take DS for me to have a rest etc. Until one day I couldn't keep it in any more and I burst in to tears, I was so tired and so miserable. But had mostly been trying to put a
stupid brave face on and tell myself I'll be fine.
She listened to me and after everyone else had left I asked her to repeat what she had told me so I could remember it she promised to email me and I sobbed on her shoulder and she gave me a big hug (while DS tried to escape out of the room in his usual hooligan style ) and just held me until I was done.
I went home, told DH I wasn't coping and we went to the dr the next day. Dr diagnosed PND and prescribed therapy. It is so odd but I feel like a huge weight has been lifted.
I'm so glad that she is so lovely.
Bohemian you've done it again (I'm a teacher), fabulous story!
When I was a teenager I went on a camping holiday with my boyfriend. We were travelling around and asked a guy in a car for directions. He told us how to get to where we were going and he then carried on in the other direction. A minute later he was back - he'd decided to turn round and give us a lift. It would have been a long walk with all our camping gear and I remember being really touched.
I took my DDs who were about 1 and 3 to Formby beach, and DD2 got stung by a bee. I am allergic to bee stings, and her finger was swelling up alarmingly.
So we set off up the sand dunes with 3yo, 1yo who is screaming hysterically and won't go in the pram, pram, buckets etc etc etc. A lovely man picks up the pram with DD2 in it and gets her over the dunes. In the car park a lady lets me use her mobile to ring DH and most importantly, someone held DD2 while I took DD1 for a wee, despite the hysterical screaming.
Once a young lad, about 17 drove into the back of my battered car. He broke the bumper. He got out and looked terrified. I gave him a big hug, and refused to take his details. I think I told him we all make mistakes.
I did one yesterday, I was driving round the back streets of the market town where I live, it was peeing it down and I saw a girl in the local high school uniform, sitting alone on the side of the road, no coat, crying, it was about 11am. I drooped my window down and asked if she was ok, she told me she had been sent home from school ill and was waiting for her Mum to come back from work to let her in as she'd forgotten her keys, she started to cry as she felt so ill and sick with dreadful period pain. I got out the car and gave her a brolly, I also had a packet of Jelly Tots (one of my DC's had left them on the back seat) so I gave them to her and said something like 'these will make you feel better' she smiled. Her Mum then pulled into her drive and she jumped up and said 'thanks' and I drove off.
One of the nicest things that happened to me was when I had a miscarriage the lovely nurse that I saw afterwards just gave me a hug. It was unexpected - the human contact - and I really needed it. Then when I got pregnant again I went in for a scan and some blood results - I can still remember her doing a fistpump and shouting 'YES!' when my bloods came back fine - she really cared.
More recently, I broke down on a baking hot day this summer with a young child in the car, and a man who owned the café across from where I broke down brought two bottles of ice cold water and some biccies across for us as we waited for the RAC.
My first one I did was when I was really young - we were going on a rare holiday (just a train up to Scotland as we didn't have much money) and we passed a young boy about my age (14ish) sitting on the steps in the station. I walked with mum and my brothers into the station but felt horrible all the way. Then I suddenly made up my mind and told my mum I'd catch up with her, and ran back up about a zillion steps to the boy, and dumped my precious £4 holiday savings into his hand. He looked stunned and I had to rush off to catch my train (and catch up with my very anxious mother).
I also later looked after a homeless guy in what turned into a bit of an epic saga - started by buying him a sarnie and drink in Greggs and then asked him if he'd be ok for the night and where the nearest shelter was. Walked with him to the shelter but he couldn't get in and so we walked to another one they directed us to, stopping to buy him a bit more food on the way. He was absolutely barking mad and told me his life story as we walked around, including how he was the secret love child of Goldie Hawn.
My most recent one was actually today, when I was in a shop and a woman was taking her visibly anxious and profoundly disabled teenage son around the shop in a chair. She kept talking to him, staying so calm and soothingly telling him 'You're doing so well!' whilst he kept seeming to panic and shouting 'Mum' and making distressed noises and hurting himself. Eventually when she'd parked him temporarily and come over to get something off a shelf near me I said, 'I think you're doing so well too!' with a smile and her face lit up and she said, 'I'm having a rough day actually!' and I said 'Well I think you're a fantastic mum, so patient and amazing' and she cried (and hurried off grinning). I think sometimes it helps to have someone recognise that you're having a hard time.
I always try to do little things, too, like give parking tickets, help older people with their shopping etc.
Only a little thing but a sweet elderly chap stopped to give me and my DS half a loaf of bread to feed the ducks this morning.
LalyRawr don't be gutted about it, maybe he wanted you to have the teddy.
I was quite ill and very sad with PND when DD was a young baby. I thought I was the most terrible mother.
One day I was in the cafe at the Walker Art Gallery in Liverpool with my daughter, we were having lunch and I was entertaining her in her high chair with books and things, and a glamorous older woman came over. She said she just wanted to say what a good job I was doing, how well I was teaching her and how happy she looked. I went to the loos and burst into tears afterwards.
It made a difference.
This is my grandparents so is at least second hand.
My grandfather got his call up papers towards the start of WWII. He had basic training and then some time off and after that had to be in Liverpool to get on a ship.
My grandparents went to Liverpool the night before, with my dad who was a toddler, intending to stay in a B and B.
All the B and Bs were full so they started looking at hotels which they probably couldn't afford.
They were leaving a hotel that was also full and were approached by a man who said he was a chef, just going in to work.
He gave them his mother's address and told them to go there, say he had sent them and she would put them up for the night.
They went and were duly put up for the night.
Thank you kind family in Liverpool who made sure my grandparents last night together for 5 years wasn't on the street.
This is one of the sweetest threads I've seen! It's actually really cheered me up and made me rethink my attitudes after having a few weeks where all I've been able to see is the bad and selfish in people. Can it be put in classics if we ask our omnipotent MN overladies nicely? I'd hate to see it disappear.
I do try to do little things like help parents with pushchairs or people overloaded with bags at the station. I also returned a wallet I found, but these are things that I would hope most people would do! I love the idea of doing more unexpected random acts of kindness, and am trying very hard to think of things to make a person's day a little better.
I remember once crying uncontrollably on a bench in the middle of Bath when I was suffering quite badly from depression, and three separate people came up to me to ask if I was alright. It was nice to be reminded that people can be caring at a time when I thought I was alone.
When I was very unwell In a poor country a local woman closed up her shop and drove me to hospital and wouldn't accept any money. I wish I could have helped her in some way.
butterfly you were tandem feeding twins whilst sorting two other children's tea in a service station cafe.
Fuck me, you're amazing.
This is a brilliant thread
I have to add I left my
face make up bag on a train last week and whoever handed it in deserves some recognition, wish I knew who they were!Trivial perhaps and my own daft fault but I'm grateful.
I always hand in things if I find them. And at a cashpoint some time ago a guy walked off without his £ and I ran off after him.
Just remembered another one.
I had a really bad tube infection some years ago, was discharged from hospital and on antibiotics but still could hardly walk. I hobbled to the shop across the road (with a coat on over my nighty, I was in too much pain to wear anything restrictive so I must have looked a sight for sore eyes!) to try to get a top up voucher for my mobile because I had ran out of credit and felt very isolated without any contact (didn't have the 'net at the time).
They didn't sell phone vouchers, I kinda knew they didn't but had a slight bit of hope-and I was right to have hope.
A lad in there, must have been about ten or 11 heard me talking to the cashier and said he'd go on his bicycle to the garage to get one for me. And off he went with my £10 note, and returned promptly to the shop with a phone top up card.
So grateful for him, especially seeing as the youth of today get a bad press a lot of the time. I gave him a couple of £ for it. No way could I have managed to walk to the garage myself at that time.
Sat in the centre of town totally incapable of remembering what I was there for because I was so tired after being up with a small baby and a poorly child all night, an older man came and sat next to me, offered me a cigarette and just sat with me. He didn't really say anything, it was just the calm, quiet company that made me feel better.
When DS was young he got stung by a bee and was just howling in the park. A group of teens came over to see what was up and one of them shared his chocolate with him, this group of kids then whisked him off to the swings to cheer him up!
I paid for some milk yesterday for a lady who had left her purse at home, she didn't realise until she got to the till.
I like seeing others do it as well. I used to work in a pub and a lady came in who obviously had some learning disabilities of some sort. She'd been in before and was very pleasant and always wanting to chat to everybody, sometimes people got annoyed with her.
She was 5p short on the drink she wanted that day and straight away my friend who was sitting at the bar gave it to her saying 'Hey I'm not letting 5p get in the way of you having a beer love'.
Small thing/big thing.
Lovely man who bought me and my friends a pizza when we were camping in France aged seventeen, woefully unprepared and pretty penniless, looking for enough change for a proper meal. Also gave us some good safety advice, we survived on luck rather than any sense that trip.
The kind couple sat in front of us who told me how well behaved my DS had been on a long flight when I'd been really conscious of making sure he was wasn't too noisy.
The kind lady who came over to me when I had just braved breast feeding DS in a cafe for the first time and was really self conscious and said what a beautiful baby he was, I felt lovely after that, like she was reassuring me- sounds daft I know.
Big thanks to the lovely lady who helped me carry the pram down three flights of stairs when the fire alarm in the museum last week meant the lifts couldn't be used, lots of stronger looking people pushed past us!
I always try to do the little things like offering seats, parking tickets, carrying prams. I also made some mince pies and other things for my neighbour when his wife died a few years ago, it got to christmas and I thought he might miss her baking.
I also my my regular Big Issue guy a coffee and muffin.
Heartwarming to read this thread, it's really cheering me up today.
Two come to mind:
Firstly, I was with DS2 in Sainsburys doing my weekly shop, when he spotted a little Makka Pakka toy that he took a fancy to. It was £5 so not hugely expensive, but a lot for what it was. I said he couldn't have it because we didn't have the money for it (this was actually a white lie - I just didn't want to buy it). Anyway, an elderly lady overheard and insisted on giving me the £5 so I could buy it for DS. I tried to refuse but she insisted, so I took the money, and bought the toy. I then went home and made a charity donation for £10, with that lovely lady in mind.
The second one was when we were on holiday in Switzerland. Our car had skidded on ice, and we had crashed. We tried to continue driving, but the car really wasn't safe, so we had to stop in the middle of the road. Another car pulled up behind, with a family on board. They were British, but living over there while the Dad worked as a ski instructor for the season. They offered to take me and our two children to our apartment a couple of miles down the road, while DH waited for the rescue truck. Our boys were young - 5 and 2 years old, and pretty worried by the crash. I was so addled I initially refused his offer, but he sat tight and waited. A few minutes later he offered again, and then persuaded me that this really was a good idea, and I realised he was right. He took his own family down the road to the next town, where he dropped them off in a cafe, before returning to pick up me and the boys. He then loaded his car with our belongings, put my younger son in his own child's car seat, and took us back to our apartment, before helping us take our belongings in. His actions made such a huge difference to what was a pretty stressful situation. We saw him a few days later when he was teaching on the mountain, and told him just how very grateful we were for his actions that day.
So many whilst living in London, heavily pregnant and on crutches (SPd). All sorts of people helped me, workmen, people in suits. Once I was struggling to get to work sat on a bench and cried. A white van man stopped and gave me a lift to the end of the street. One doddery old man insisted on carrying my shopping basket round tesco metro he was in a worse state than me we were a right pair.
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DD was potty training, whilst unloading trolley at checkout. So quickly rushed her to the toilets. When I came back the man in front had finished paying and had started to pack my things as the lady put them through the till. Very unexpected and I was extremely grateful.
Sorry pressed send - nominating themselves reminds me of an evangelical Christian acquaintance who earnestly lists her good deeds. Think the magic is when a good deed is done for a stranger quietly and without fuss.
I just wanted to mention the absolute overwhelming kindness I had bestowed on me by 'strangers' on here around last Christmas time.. It was the swap/I have/I need thread.
We'd been having an absolutely lousy, lousy time financially and was owed money by a Temp Agency and at wits end.
I received 3 wonderful, wonderful parcels of clothes/pyjama's, books and some toys - ALL of which have been worn, read, loved and treasured so much over the past year - something about every time I see DD with something from the parcels just makes me smile so much and to those three women who sent them - I will never, ever forget the little (generous) act of kindness that just made that shitty time a little brighter. (I remember being so happy DD had some pjs that fitted)
I wont name them and don't sadly know if they still post on here but those parcels meant the world to me.
Kerala, I don't think people are nominating themselves and didn't a make a fuss at the time either, we are just answering the OP and sharing nice acts of kindness whether given or received.
People aren't expecting anything back from doing kind things, that's sort of the point I think. You do a small (or in some cases large) act of kindness and then go about your day feeling a bit nicer because of it.
When I was in 12-step programmes, there were lots of people who'd never done a random act of kindness (as well as lots who had, of course.) They were amazed at how good it made them feel I think it's worth celebrating this gorgeous aspect of human nature, Kerala!
I had a late missed mc and had been admitted to a hospital in Croydon for a D&C.
In the early hours,I miscarried naturally, the nurse on duty was a nasty piece of work,she scrubbed be down with cold water,no words of sympathy.
The lady in the bed opposite,also in for mmc, came and sat by my bed,wiped my tears and held my hand all through the night talking to me until I slept.
I have never forgotten her kindness.
A few years back I collapsed on the concourse at Cardiff station while waiting for my train home from visiting a friend. When I came to, a man I'd never met before had put his coat under my head, got another passer-by to hand over his coat to put over me (it was February and very cold), alerted the station staff and phoned for an ambulance. He also asked me who he could phone and got my friend to come down to the station, sat with me until they arrived and didn't ask for his coat back until the ambulance staff had been and I was on my way back to my friend's house. I never knew his name and I can't even remember what he looked like as I was so dazed, but he missed his train to help me and I'm seriously grateful.
I was in Aldi a few years ago having just left an abusive relationship and moved 400 miles to be away from my ex. I had my three year old with me and I was stressing about money, having never really had to budget alone before. I managed to get everything I needed, and was queuing up when my son spotted a pack of sweets. I was counting the pennies in my purse and came to the conclusion I couldn't afford them. Son was disappointed but well behaved about it. As I was packing up my shopping a lady came over and handed me the sweets he had been looking at. She said she had no grandchildren and wanted to reward my boy for being so good, but she thought she had better check with me first as she knew some people didn't like their child having sweets! That was lovely, I went home and cried.
I've also had a lovely offer of help from an MN-er, I took her up on it and we are now good friends, I will always feel grateful for that and offer it up to anyone who says "oh only the ROYALTY have things sent to them,,nobody notices me here" etc. I was a newbie and didn't know anyone!
I shamefully can't think of many RAOKs I have performed but I do try in small ways - giving someone my weekly bus ticket when I realised I didn't need it for the whole week for example.
One thing I did which I don't count as an amazingly kind thing, but was received as if it was, was a few years ago. I was on holiday with my family and eating in a cafe. A lad came over to us and watched. He was about nine I'd guess, and quite disabled, he had the most wonderful smile! His mum came over and apologised, she said he loves babies and seems to seek them out! I asked him what his name was and his mum told me he doesn't speak. I carried on talking to him and gave him a biscuit we had bought. After a while he went away again. As we were leaving his mum thanked me so sincerely, she said people usually ignored him and hardly ever spoke directly to him. I said I was totally inexperienced with disabled people so once she said that he didn't speak I was unsure what to do but my instinct wouldn't allow me to ignore such a lovely child. She was so grateful. Like I said though I don't see that as an act of kindness really, I couldn't believe how happy she was about it!
I was in hospital with my son for his 4th and final surgery, it was a day surgery where we had to be there by 7am and hopefully be discharged later on that day.
He was on the early list so was back from theatre by 11am.
His reaction to the GA was to sleep and sleep and sleep... There was a Cypriot family there with their daughter who was having the same op as my son. We got chatting and found they had a shop in an area that we used to live. The Dad popped out and came back with a huge spread of Turkish food, they insisted on sharing with me. It was lovely because I was on my own and didn't want to leave my son and not be there when he woke up.
I was starving having left my house at 6:30am and stupidly didn't think to pack a sandwich.
I thanked them profusely, but they brushed off my thanks as though it was nothing.
My son slept until about 6pm in the end, I think I'd have fainted if they hadn't fed me!
I have one. If anyone has any connection to London Cabbies I would love to thank this guy properly. I have tried to get on R4 to say thank you on that thing they do on a Saturday but have not been picked.
In 2006 DD was terminally ill. She had just relapsed and we knew that was it really. She was still in hospital. (UCH) I used to pop out for walks up to Oxford Street to clear my head and to give DD a bit of time away from me.
One day I found myself a bit too far up Oxford street and I wanted to get back quickly. You can't stay out too long. You never know what is going to happen or who is going to want to do something to your child when they have cancer (or any other serious illness).
I hailed a black cab and told him where I was going. We chatted a bit. He asked me if I worked there and I said no I was living there with DD. I think he asked me why or I just told him (I used to tell everyone).
He told me that HIS child had once had cancer. Then he refused my money and said 'you have enough to worry about love'.
I feel awful to this day that I never asked him about HIS child. I never asked how they were or if they survived. I was so wrapped up in my terror i was terribly selfish.
I would love to say thank you to him and find out how his DC got on and say sorry for not asking at the time.
It was such a kind thing for him to do. I know it was a short journey but cabbies have to put the hours in to earn their money and he didn't have to do what he did.
There are so many things that I cannot remember about those two years but I have never forgotten what he did.
My dad really wanted my ds to come to the Remembrance Day parade and church service so I brought him along.
The service was longer than I thought it would be and ds got fidgety and kept whispering to me asking when it would be over. I was starting to get anxious that he would be disturbing others but when we left a lady said to him how well behaved he was, it made us both very happy.
DP's mum collapsed suddenly three years ago. It was a couple of hours drive to the hospital, when we got there she was about to undergo brain surgery and we were told to prepare for the worst.
I left DP with his family at midnight to check us into a hotel. I found a Hilton nearby but I could barely speak I was so upset. I must have looked a state but the night manager and receptionist were very kind. Five minutes after I got to my room there was a knock on the door and the manager carried in a pot of tea and a piece of cake.
We ended up staying there a week and they couldn't have been nicer.
A few mners contacted me after the "what's the nicest thing someone did for you after having a baby" thread. I posted saying how nice it was to read that lots of people had been well looked after, but how I was sad that I had never had the same. I am pregnant again and I guess feeling emotional! Two mners messaged me saying they would love to send me a gift. How kind is that? It made my day to know I was in somebody's thoughts.
We were driving off a roundabout and noticed an old car pulled over with its hazards on; 200 yards up the road an elderly lady was slowly shuffling up the hill. We didn't have time to stop, so drove onto the next roundabout, came back down and round to the car, and stopped.
In it was a disabled man who told us that some idiot had cut them up, forcing them onto the pavement and puncturing their tyre. The lady was his wife who had gone to try and find a house to call for help. We bombed up the road to where the lady was (dual carriageway with no pavement), and got her in the car. A teenage girl also stopped to help behind us.
We drove her back to her husband, rang their breakdown cover, and sorted them out. We offered to wait until they were rescued, but they told us to go on our way.
I had a cycling accident at Centerparcs - no ones fault but mine! Seriously fractured my wrist (10+ fractures ) and damaged the joint capsule. Needless to say it was extremely painful and I went into shock. Lady who had been jogging just behind me immediately came to help. Despite been on her holidays with her family she stayed with me, talking to me for over an hour and gave details to medical staff when they arrived. I'll never forget her.
In a further act of kindness, Centerparcs booked my children into their childcare programme for the day (at no cost) so that my husband could come to the hospital with me. The kids had a whale of a time (think they were having a Witches and Wizards afternoon) and a lovely lunch and were so excited later to show me what they'd made. It helped me feel like I hadn't spoilt their holiday and I'm sure any kid would prefer it to hours in A&E.
17 years ago my dad suddenly died on November the 10th. Our next door neighbours who went away to their son's EVERY year for Christmas 'invented' a problem that year that meant they were unable to go. They spent that first horrible Christmas with my mum, me and sister and helped us to make the best of it. It was many years before I found out about their sacrifice.
I was in a car accident on a roundabout (in the UK) with a foreign driver. I had followed the rules of the road to the letter, but, unfortunately the foreign driver hadn't - or was confused. He slammed into me sideways and I ended up on the central reservation.
It was an absolutely baking hot summer's day and a car behind me stopped to help. The foreign driver was yelling at me. The driver of the car who stopped was with his wife and tiny baby, they were so fantastic. The driver phoned the Police, his wife gave me a carton of juice and they stayed with me until the Police arrived because the foreign driver was becoming more aggressive with me.
I can't thank them enough. They gave their names as witnesses and I wrote them a nice thank you note afterwards. That little baby would probably be about 22 years old now! Thank you - you absolutely fabulous family.
I do my bit too!
I thought it was just a way of showing they could "pay it forward" kerala, a nice deed begetting a later kindness
Kerala - I think people are listing the things that they have done because the OP specifically asked them to do both. What's odd about that?
I was shown kindness by the staff of the local PDSA beyond the usual .It still brings tears to my eyes .
Like many of us money just wasn't there when my beloved collie was ill. So we had to thankfully use the PDSA. Emergency appointment but told of course bring her in ...it may be a wait . She was so poorly and the vet we saw was superb. He lay on the floor to examine her . She died the next day at home and I rang them sobbing like a loon. Everything from then on was made easier by the care and kindness I was shown . Gentle care for her body and me . I will never forget that .
Beyond the remit of the job for sure .
Had been able to pay for vets before by the way and have never had this level of care and support . It mattered.....that extra mile .
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The lovely young man who gave up his seat on a hot and crowded train last night for my mum. Everyone else was pushing to get the last seat, and I urged mum to grab the last one available, only for some businessman to sit in it. So the lad in his 20's got up. As the journey was an hour, it was a kind gesture
An auxiliary nurse / HCA stopped me from giving up breastfeeding completely. It was the day after my EMCS & a particularly traumatic time for me & my family, I was trying desperately to establish bf with DS & couldn't, I'd repeatedly asked for help from several midwives who told me, rather unhelpfully, to "carry on" with what I was doing. The HCA was walking by my cubicle & saw I was crying, sat with me, helped me get DS latched on properly & even made and brought me some toast as the breakfast room was the other side of the maternity unit. I wish I'd have gotten her name so I could sing her praises accordingly, she's a credit to the NHS.
When I was younger I did a few shifts in a pub, on one particular afternoon a mother came in to set up their table in the restaurant for her DS' 18th birthday, I helped her set up the entire room, took the cake into the kitchen & made sure everything was perfect. As a result she insisted on tipping me £5, I used it to buy her DS a birthday cocktail, after asking his mum for permission!
I've reunited a wallet with a lot of money in with its owner and helped people with prams, etc. I once offered to help a woman off a bus with her pram, meaning I would get the pram for her, when she thrust her baby DS at me. He was beautiful & she was so happy for the tiny gesture that it really warmed my heart.
I often think about some kind strangers that helped me as I now use the same station for my daily work commute. maaaaany years ago aged 11 I tripped horribly over my massively heavy leather schoolbag's long strap while running for a train down a metal staircase onto the platform one morning. I was desperately trying not to be late for my new secondary school which I travelled to alone on the train. I cut my knee open and there was a lot of blood and I was limping and generally in bits.
A young woman and her boyfriend, commuters, got me onto the right train, carried my bag, walked me into school which was a long way from the destination station and god knows how far from their destination/workplaces, and then handed me over to the school reception all the while chatting to me to cheer me up and being really reassuring and nice.
The weirdest thing was that being so young I knew I wasn't really meant to go anywhere with strangers despite being so grateful to them for helping me and knowing I couldn't really manage to get to school on my own in that state.
So my 11 yo logical solution to this was not actually look up at either of them or make any eye contact. I don't remember speaking to them though I must have done for them to have taken me to school. God knows what they thought of me. They didn't leave their names or anything when they left me at the school although I do remember thanking them t that point. But I used that station every day for years afterwards and still feel mortified that I could have travelled with them again and blanked them after they were so incredibly kind to me. Thank you train people!
I wish I could say thank you again to the couple who picked me up and drove me to a phone box and back to my car again when my car broke down. This was pre mobile phone and I had broken down somewhere quiet isolated. It was quite a detour for them.
Someone in WHSmith returned a carrier bag containing a load of brand new (sealed with the receipt) DS games, dozens of old games AND three gameboys. My eldest left it on the floor when he was looking at some books. It took 24 hours for it to turn up and I had given up on it. I was very, very relieved.
I like doing things for people secretly and I like not telling people about it afterwards. It feels more of a genuine good deed if no one knows.
Telling people on an anon Internet forum is fun though.
A little thing but a woman who gave me her coin for the supermarket trolley recently really made my day - rather than judging me as ds lay on the floor tantrumming while I queued up to get change, she helped me.
Many years ago, in the winter, I was doing a placement in a children's home where a room was made available to me. I went out for a coffee and when I tried to get back, my key just could not open the door. Not knowing what to do, I decided to go for another coffee to try and figure out how not to freeze to death if I needed to spend the night outside. The waitress, surprised to see me back asked if I had lost something. When I finished explaining to her I was locked outside, she offered me a bed for the night a few miles away and her DH woke up at 5 in the morning to give me a lift back to work. I thought they were the warmest most amazing people! Never going to forget them!
A few months ago student son fell 20 feet off a wall. I had a call at work asking me to go to the hospital (I had been reassured he was alive and OK, but still . . . ). I needed to get petrol for the journey, and having just separated from 'D'H had taken out my own bank account. Could I remember the PIN? Could I heck! Lovely man in the queue saw how distressed I was and paid for my fuel. I took his number and called him - he refused to give me his bank details so I could reimburse him. So thank you, Richard, wherever you are!
last year when I separated from my XH and was made homeless so went to live with my parents with my toddler and was pregnant, one of my sisters friends heard about what happened (I've never met her before or since).
She wrote me a card and asked my sister to pass it to me. When she did, there was £600 inside in cash with a note saying 'I believe God wants you to have this more than we need it. We will be praying for your family'. She also had a new baby of her own. That money went towards so many things I could never have given my newborn on my own, but more than anything it made me cry with the shock of how much good there is in the world when I'd been hit by so much hurt.
Over the same period, MNetters who followed my threads in Relationships sent me clothes for my baby, toys for my toddler, a ring sling, baby books, cards and words of encouragement, and so many more things... so many loving, generous things.
Ultimately I remember that year as the year I learned about how kindness can change the world one person at a time - I don't think of it as the year my world was ripped apart. I wish I could tell everyone who held me up last year what an amazing thing they did.
I've since started a social enterprise company, and plan to spend my working life giving other people the chance to feel loved and wanted and unique as well. What goes around comes around. If anyone recognises me and was one of those incredible people, thank you with all my heart xxx
I always try to help with buggies and stuff where necessary - not really a random act of kindness, just common humanity and decency, I think but very nice to be at the receiving end of.
A couple of times being tearful in London after saying goodbye to people, randomers on the Tube took time to check I was ok.
When feeling really, really sad about a recent bereavement a while back, I went to get my lunch and the lady gave me free chocolate as I looked sad! Was a tiny thing but it was very nice of her.
Freecycling rather than selling our travel system made me feel very nice!
I know I've been on the receiving end of bigger things but they escape me just now...
Last winter, broke my arm, couldn't drive. Walked across Richmond Park to Asda ( about 2 miles each way), nearly back back carrying shopping, in good arm, bright pink plaster on bad arm. Realised my purse had fallen out of my rucksack somewhere... Asked a cyclist who was cycling in the direction I had come if he could look out for it, and if he found it if he could hand I it into the tea wagon near Pen Ponds. The set out to trudge bag with shopping to look for it...
Lovely cyclist went off, and came back with it, having looked for it, and gone out of his way to bring it back.... Lovely, lovely man.
i dont know if its the most kindest act but their was a man outside the local shops collecting for kidney research. i gave him all the change i had and a spare bar of chocolate to keep him going
Going on holiday to Tenerife a few years ago we managed to get on the wrong coach at the airport and then leave my DDs bag on it when we went to find the right coach. By the time I realised and ran back the first coach had gone, the travel reps were less than helpful and my DD was really upset - the bag contained her nintendo ds (a joint xmas present from us and her grandparents). When we were checking into our hotel a couple who had been on the first coach turned up with the bag. They had remembered where we said we were going and despite it being late at night had walked across the town to give it to us. Sadly we didn't get their names (should have got them to write them down but had gone into brain meltdown by this time) and we didn't see them again during the holiday. We would have liked to take them for a meal to say thank-you properly. If you are out there thank-you so so much.
I'm lucky enough to have a few of these that spring to mind:
When I was pregnant with DD1, I fainted on a busy train into London. A doctor and a midwife happened to be sitting in the carriage and looked after me; several other people sitting nearby checked up on me later in the journey, and brought water and sweets. I was so touched.
Also, when DD1 was 2 and I was very pregnant with DD2, my car skidded on the M6, hit the central reservation and spun across the carriageway into the hard shoulder. It was still raining, I had struggled up this muddy embankment carrying DD1 who was getting upset. I was in shock but a lovely man had seen the crash and stopped, came to check I was ok, brought us a blanket and waited with us till the police arrived. As soon as they did, he quietly left and in all the commotion I never got the chance to properly thank him.
This is the last one: Just a few months ago, I was in a car park in a bad area. I'd been walking with bags full of shopping, buggy etc, DD1 was being a handful, but I'd finally got us all in the car and was about to start the engine when a really scary looking man with a dog on a string came up to my window. My immediate thought was to lock my doors, or that he was going to ask me for money or was pissed - he genuinely did look homeless, & he may have been. I did wind down my window and he was bringing me my wallet which he had seen me drop halfway across the car park. My faith in human nature was well and truly confirmed, and it was a lesson to me not to be so quick to judge
When we lost one of our twin boys born prematurely at 23 weeks, we were devastated and barely able to string two words together. A charity based at the hospital where he was born helped us to take care of everything that needed taking care of. I know it was her 'job' but she was a complete stranger who showed us such compassion, did everything we asked her to, held our hands through all the dreadful paperwork and arrangements and took care of much of it herself.
Then there was the MW who delivered him, who came in on her day off to come with me to the memorial service as I wasn't allowed to leave the ward unescorted.
There hasn't been a day since when I haven't thought of both these women.
Two and a half years ago my beloved FIL was involved in an accident and airlifted to a major trauma centre the other side of London. DH was looking after the children, called me to come home for the girls so he could go to his dad.
I couldn't reach my mum, got BIL to collect DS from his holiday club, and asked a friend to mind DD1 until I could reach mum so I could take DH. I planned on taking DD2 (6 months) with me. My friend took both girls, said would keep them overnight if needed. I thrust assorted baby stuff at her, then gave her my keys in case she needed anything for them.
We managed to find a grotty car park near the hospital, parked and checked their hours. Later we needed to retrieve the car before the car park closed. I walked back (leaving DH, MIL and BIL to a case conference with FIL's doctors) , paid, then the attendant asked if we were at the hospital? When I confirmed this, he told me to leave the car where it was, explaining that they close the entrance, but never the exit, so I could come back whenever. I offered to pay the charges until they closed, but he waved it away. It was wonderful to have one less thing to worry about.
I do try to do a good deed for others too, but, they are such little things so not worth mentioning.
I got terribly terribly drunk once in a well-known Central London private members' bar and ended up chatting to well-known transsexual magician, Fay Presto.
At chucking out time, she took me to the door and pointed me in the direction of the tube. I staggered off in the opposite direction. Whereupon she told me to come back, got her car and drove me all the way home, several miles out of her way. She had a lovely convertible Triumph Herald with shiny red leather seats. We listened to accordion music.
And like the baby in the Elephant and the Bad Baby who never once said please, I never once said thank you.
that sounds like a glorious night
glad you got home safe
My Mum passed away suddenly and I wasn't there. My brother was and I did everything in my power to get to him as fast as possible. It cost me a fortune and I had two flights and a connection to make and when I finally collapsed on to the second plane an air hostess walked past me, handed me a pile of tissues, squeezed my shoulder and said just to call her if I needed anything. I had said nothing to her and she didn't know me from Adam. Presumably my pain and grief were written all over my face. I couldn't even speak to thank her but that little squeeze of the shoulder will stay with me always. It really is the little things.
Thanks OP, this is the best thread EVER
I know there are some scumbags around but I believe most people are honest and kind. There are some wonderful stories here. I like how some people have been touched by the smallest things.
I don't think the size of the deed makes a difference to it's value Audit. Whatever we do makes a difference somehow, to someone and that is all that matters, whether it be a smile at a stranger on the street or a kidney to a person on the transplant list.
I try to live by 'treat others as you would like to be treated'. I've done lots of things that others would say are great/generous etc but for me, the reward is feeling like I've made that difference and helped ease someone's path a little.
Equally, my generosity has been repaid by others' kindness to me and that's something that I will never take for granted
Just remembered another one.
When I was at uni I was a bit wild, went out one night and picked up a random guy, got in a taxi back to his which was miles away and cost a fortune.
I sobered up a bit on the way and realised I didn't want to go in, so I dropped the guy off at his house, closed the taxi door and realised I couldn't pay to get myself home in the taxi. I asked the driver to take me to the nearest tube, but he said he had a daughter my age and was so pleased I'd decided not to go with a guy I clearly didn't know that he'd make sure I got home safely. He drove me all the way back to my house on the other side of London free of charge.
I hope this becomes a classic so that I can re-read it whenever I need a lift!
I'm a bit of a country bumpkin but once had to go to a meeting in a busy part of a large city and couldn't find my way. I asked a homeless man for directions. He walked with me, refusing any offers of payment. When I came out of the meeting a couple of hours later, he was sitting on the pavement outside - he'd waited so that he could guide me back safely. Fortunately, I was able to buy him a drink and a burger.
Yesterday in another city, I was in a card shop when an elderly woman asked if they sold small packets of tissues. They didn't, and couldn't suggest where she should try. I had an unopened packet in my bag and gave them to her. Such a tiny thing, but she was really grateful as if I'd given her a fortune.
My dd2 stopped breathing whilst dp was looking after her, he couldn't get through for an ambulance, ran to our local shop and 2 amazing women drove him and our baby girl to hospital 2 minutes round the corner. One of them came to her funeral. Lovely kind women who didn't have to do what they did.
MNHQ please move this to Classics.
Have some and and while you consider
I'll add one
Quite a few years ago I was on a night out and my dad was picking me up, I was walking to meet him and took a short cut down a dark alley. Out of nowhere someone grabed me and pushed me against a wall and I fell to the floor, I think he was trying to grab my bag. I heard someone running towards us. A fist came out of nowhere and sent the attacker flying to the ground and knocked him out cold. The fist belonged to the local big issue seller (Darren in Truro) he picked me up off the ground and basically carried me out the alley, I was in shock and very drunk. He made sure I had all my things and walked with me to where I was being picked up and phoned the police to let them know what had happened. I was running a coffee shop at the time and gave him free drinks and food for the rest of the time I was running it.
Thanks for your nominations. We can't think of a better thread for our classics board so we'll move it over now.
Whilst I'm here, it would be a shame not to add my own story of a wonderful stranger who definitely deserves some recognition:
I was on the train back to London from University to attend an awards ceremony held by my old school, when I realised I had forgotten my purse. It meant I had no way of getting from the train station to the ceremony as I couldn't buy a ticket for the underground. I called my friend to have a moan and try to work out what to do, and when I hung up the man next to me gave me a £20 note. He said that he had three daughters and he'd want someone to take care of them if they ever needed help. He refused to give me any contact details so I could pay him back - all I know is that he was wearing a mustard corduroy suit and he got off at Reading. So if any of you recognise him, please tell him he made my day!
to all of you lovely MNers for your RAOKs, as we're sure those strangers will still remember what you did for them and how grateful they were.
To the two women who donated eggs, somewhere in Notts, 7 and 10 years ago respectively. I thank you every day
This thread has made me cry, what lovely lovely people there are... Makes me wanno go and do a random act of kindness now - wouldn't it be good if this could snowball..?
When I was a student in Edinburgh I was woken on a Sunday morning, after a no doubt boozy night out, by a young man at the door. He handed me my purse, which I had obviously dropped somewhere the night before. It had cash, cards etc in it, all still there. I was so taken aback and caught on the hop that I just thanked him briefly, and off he went. I have always wished I could see him again to thank him properly (there is a movie in there somewhere)
This thread has made me bawl my eyes out, genuinely heartfelt sobs, so much grief and loss in our world and all around small things try to help ease that pain.
DH once watched an elderly gentleman stagger into a few wheels bins on our pavement, couple of neighbours ignored him but DH went out to see if he was ok. Turns out he was taken poorly and was trying to get home. dH called his son, gave him water and took him home.
The ánethetist who was kind to me during my CS with my second DD who fought my corner when I said I had to hold her right away.
The lady in the library who sat and read dd1 a book when dd2 was very little and had just thrown up everywhere and dd1 was trying to escape out of the doors.
chocoreturns - I was so happy to read your post on this thread as I was thinking about you earlier this week and wondered how things were with you. You really are an inspiration .
Completely echo that, toffeesponge
The person who donated the blood which meant I lived.
The person who held my dd on a very busy train so that she was safe (train was very packed and she was jammed in but took then baby dd).
The countless Londoners who help me carry cases up stairs and or assist dd every time I go to London
The lady who gave us food she "had been given"
from her fridge when she knew we had nothing.
The person who sent me shoes for dd when we had nothing.
I always try and give back when I can in kindness.
Was very proud that dd saw an elderly man short with his shopping money and gave some of her pocket money from nan to him to cover it.
My raok tend to be a bit crap really because they just involve giving (sometimes covertly sometimes not) material stuff to people who need them so I'm very lucky to have 2 very kind acts that people have done for me.
A few years ago my dd had a nasty rta and was in hospital mostly in ICU/HDU for ages, a certain tv chief who is quite hated on here visited her and read to her and signed a load of books for her to keep and to this day I still don't know how he knew she was there or that she was a huge fan.
Another one was a weird situation involving a clients violent ex trying to follow me home (during the time my dd was in hospital so my guard was down)and another clients gangster father pretending I was his wife and making the weirdo nutter go away to never bother me again.given the hate campaign he had previously launched on anybody who dared to help his ex I have no doubt that asking the stranger to help me and him recognising me as the woman who helped his dd quite possibly saved me a whole heap of shit being brought to my door.
I was on holiday in Thailand with my mum and sister. We were leaving the restaurant after dinner one night, and my sister pulled the wrong handle trying to 'walk' her rented moped in the right direction before getting on it, and in a very quick and confusing manoeuvre, she fell over and the moped landed on top of her. She was badly cut and scratched because it was a dirty gravel road, and obviously hurt from the moped falling on her.
Within seconds, there were about ten Thai people around us, helping my sister up, moving our mopeds to a safe spot, getting water for my sister, that kind of thing. The kindest thing I remember was the lady who used a special balm to massage the worst hurt areas of my sister's legs, she was so gentle and reassuring, she must have sat with us for at least half an hour. She insisted on giving us the tub of balm to take home.
These strangers then called for one of their friends to drive my sister back to our holiday apartment, because she couldn't ride the moped. My mum and I had to ride our mopeds back (about a ten minute journey), so my sister went in the car alone with this guy they called. They also called someone else to ride my sister's moped back for us.
It wasn't really until we were half way home that I realised how dangerous it was to send my sister off on her own, especially as she was dazed and confused. I panicked myself into a frenzy when the guy's car disappeared down some side road.
When we got back to the apartment, he was sitting in the car outside the apartment, having safely delivered my sister inside, but insisted on waiting for my mum and I to get home, because he didn't want to leave my sister completely unattended, but he also refused to stay in the apartment with her because he knew that might make her uncomfortable.
We took a few boxes of chocolates to the restaurant the next day, and tried to ask them to give them to the other people who had helped, but they were very confused as to why we should be giving them presents. It was as if we were part of their community, not some silly foreigners causing chaos.
This was all from people we'd never met, and knew we'd never see again. People who had very limited English, and who had very little money. I was truly touched.
P.S. Massaging that balm in to the cuts and bruises really made such a difference, my sister was only a bit stiff the next day, not in a fraction of the amount of pain she should have been.
The things I've done are a bit small really, mostly sending people gifts to try and cheer them up - I had a friend in another country who had a nasty housemate, and one time the nasty housemate broke my friend's favourite mug, which was an unusual one that fit in her car's cup holder, and wouldn't apologise and was horrible about it. Friend didn't have much at the time and was sad. So I looked online, found a cup of exactly the same size and bought it for her. Only a wee thing but I was a broke student so it was quite a lot of money for me, and I think it made her feel a bit less alone in her shitty house situation.
Likewise, I once knew someone on another forum who'd taken in a teenager for months on end to help her escape an abusive mother, and then said teenager completely shat on my friend's kindness (I mean you don't expect a kid to cope brilliantly in such a situation, but my friend was totally crushed). I still had access to her Amazon wishlist from a gift swap the year before so I just went on and sent her something with a note to say that everyone on the forum thought she was amazing and appreciated her.
I remain totally grateful to all the people who helped me carry DD's pushchair over a railway bridge at the station I had to go to for my therapy sessions after she was born. And the person who took my heavy suitcase to my train for me at Waterloo when I was an Erasmus student on my way back from France, just got off the Eurostar, and my hand was actually bleeding from dragging on the case's horrible handle all day.
A few months ago DH went out to help the old lady over the road with her bins because she was struggling, and later the same day she came out with a blanket she'd obviously spent ages crocheting and gave it to DD!
(Oh, half of those aren't actually to/from strangers. I'm an idiot.)
nouvellevag I think its lovely hearing about all the acts of kindness
The people who helped my Mum when she had a heart attack in the street - the man driving by who saw her unconscious on the pavement and knocked on the nearest door to get help. The young woman who lived in the house he knocked at who called an ambulance. She then gave my Mum mouth to mouth/ CPR, very bravely (she told me later she was terrified!) following the ambulance person's instructions over the phone. She did this despite the fact my Mum was a complete stranger, who was covered in vomit and blood from hitting her head.
I only found out who she was when she telephoned ICU to find out how my Mum was while I was there and the nurse handed me the phone. There was no way to thank her enough for her selflessness, but we sent gifts and had a very tearful meet up when Mum was well enough. She said the photos in my Mum's purse of my children made her determined not to let them lose their Grandma. (Wibble, sniff) The ambulance crew were lovely too, they kept popping on to the ward to see how Mum was for days afterwards.
I slipped on some ice a few years ago and couldn't get up again. A total stranger came along, got me up, ascertained that I had probably broken my elbow (I had) and went and got his wife to help. Turns out I vaguely knew the wife - she is a colleague, but in quite a large school. She looked after my toddler and baby while DH took me to hospital.
I've had my purse handed in several times when I've lost it, always with the contents intact. I try to write and say thank you when they leave an address.
When DD1 was a few weeks old, my car key snapped in the lock and I was totally stuck. I ran with pushchair to a locksmith's, which was about to shut. They stayed open late to help me - I had to call out the AA to retrieve the missing piece before they could make me a copy. It was a few days before Christmas - aaw. I took the man a hand made Christmas card for that one.
I only do little things really - buy the odd cup of tea or snack for homeless people, pass on tickets, etc. A couple of years ago, a guy was sleeping in the bus shelter near our house one night, and it was snowing. DH got chatting to him, and he was a really nice guy - he almost invited him in, but we had tiny children and he decided you can't be too careful... so he took him duvets and a warm sleeping bag, which were returned in the morning.
Years ago I was a student cycling from from uni when a car went through a red light and knocked me off my bike. I managed to get myself and bike to side of road and was blown away by the number of people who stopped to check I was ok, including the smartly dressed man who had witnessed it who took the time to come back and give me his details and who had taken down the number plate of the car. I remember almost nothing about the whole experience except that if it wasnt for the kind passers by I would just have limped home.
Sat in a church bawling my eyes out during a really tough time. A man came and sat beside me and offered a listening ear if I wanted to talk. Out of all the congregation, he was the only person to approach me. This was 20 years ago and I have never forgotten it. I wish I could thank him.
Another man came and helped me on an escalator when I had overloaded myself with boxes. I would have fallen (and potentially sustained a serious injury) if he had not run down the escalator and intervened.
Another man helped carry my dog when we got stuck on a rocky bit while climbing in the fells.
In return, I always try to help people. I particularly specialise in finding stray dogs and returning them home!
My dh and I were rescued in france by a wonderful man. I got the times of my flights mixed up because I confused the 24 hour clock with the 12 hour clock. thought our flights were at 10pm at night when actually they had left at 10am. got to Paris airport to find it closing, no where to stay no flights home. we'd missed out flight no hope of remittance, couldn't afford to fly home at such short notice the next day because it cost a bomb.
A lovely guy from air france, found us a lovely hotel late in the night-drove us there got us settled, picked us up at 5am in the morning and drove us to charles de gaulle station so we could catch the eurostar home. talk about above an beyond the call of duty.
I would like to thank the both kind and honest person who handed in my purse intact when I left it behind in the station.
I would also like to thank the security man who let me sit in their offices out of the summer heat when I suddenly felt faint one lunchtime.
The young lady, basically a stranger to me, who handed me a £10 note after I had served her (I worked in a building society at the time) when she knew I was soon going off on maternity leave.
I've paid for someone else's shopping when she did not have quite enough money on her.
I saw an elderly lady standing at a bus stop (I thought at the time she is going to be waiting a fair old while; that route only ran once an hour) with a massive present. I stopped the car and gave her a lift into town.
Years ago I came across a little toddler (18months or so) wandering around. I stopped and chatted to her and thought she sounded french (Papa etc) so used my school girl french to talk clothes and colours for about 15 minutes while others looked for her parents. Then a woman came up and said that she had found the distraught father about 300m away around the corner having a breakdown. I took her back, asked if he was french and said that she had been cheery but literally couldn't speak anymore for being overcome emotion. He almost looked like he was going into shock. I then just walked off leaving him with others who were helping him.
After losing my son for around the same time more recently I can understand the state he was in.
I put my purse on top of the health test machine in the pharmacy of a supermarket recently and then just went off into the shops, forgetting about it. Realised and panicked, running back through the shop and bumped into an old lady who had my purse in her hand. I gave her a massive hug!
My dd, with AS, was having a huge meltdown in a supermarket car park. She is 11, not a toddler, and was physically attacking me and I had to manhandle her into the car while she screamed obscenities, kicked the windows etc.
I don't blame people for not getting involved but a really kind lady did. She talked to me and made me feel less alone in that moment. She didn't judge, she didn't act shocked or disgusted by dd's behaviour I always wished she was on MN and would recognise herself when I told the story on a similar thread.
I once came across a lost and confused old man and drove him home. He had his address on a piece of paper but couldn't direct me. After about half an hour I finally got him home safely. Then he tried to offer me money (which I of course refused.)
i draw cards for people.its not much but id love to recieve a ltitle card if i needed one.ha,it sounds so pathetic!!
ive had many people there for me when i literally depended my life on them in the last few years.you maybe dont class that under kindness but for me especially my family that kindness when they faced my end so often must be a terrible to bear.
When I was eighteen I was at the university sports ball, my dad had said he'd pick me up and I'd asked him to come around midnight. By about twenty to I was getting a bit fed up as most people had got very drunk by that point, so I went down to the reception area to wait and sat down near a group of people who were in the same hotel for some other function. One of the men, who looked maybe in his mid-twenties came over to me and started chatting me up, but in a really creepy way; he was sitting far too close and moving in as if to kiss me and not taking the hint that I wasn't interested, and I asked him to please leave me alone, but he wouldn't. His friends were standing not far away and they were asking him to leave me alone too, but he wouldn't listen to them either. So after a few minutes I got up and walked outside to wait for my dad, but the guy followed me out and came up to me again and kept hassling me. I was feeling really threatened by this point.
However, a guy who had been at the same dance as me was outside waiting for a taxi, he was with another guy and two girls (I believe they were two couples), and he came up to me, pushed the horrible man away and, standing between the man and me, said suitably aggressively "leave my girlfriend alone". He then called his friends over, they asked if I was okay, asked if I had money for a taxi, and when I said I was waiting on a lift they waited with me until my dad came, missing a taxi they could have got themselves in the process. I was so grateful to them.
thornrose Your post has really made me think. As a passer-by I would not have known what to do in that situation. I will think about at least staying with the Mum if I ever witness something like that, and at least providing moral support or helping with her bags, even if I cannot intervene.
Poor you though...you must have felt really alone and vulnerable.
Aw thanks Mudcity, I can't express how much it helped. This was 3 years ago and I'll never forget it.
Absolutely skint! I sent my young daughter with my last £5 to the corner shop for a carton of milk.
She returned with the milk and a bunch of flowers for me from the neighboring florists. She was so pleased to see me smile.
How could I be cross? She's still as thoughtful today.
I had a ROK happen to me this week.
I shall start at the beginning,in December 2011 my dd age 5 at the time visited a grotto and was given a teddybear. This teddy was nothing special but became very precious to my dd she called him christmas bear.
During 2012 we went through a bad year my grandma died and dp and I split for a while . Christmas bear became even more of a comfort to dd he sat on her pillow all day and she cuddled him all night.
Things got better but christmas bear was still very loved and comforting to dd. I noticed last week he was getting very threadbear and tired looking and we also had a night where he vanished and dd was distraught. We found him but it got me thinking about getting another.
I googled and searched for 2 days but found nothing in the end I rang the factory that was on his label.
The woman on the phone didn't have a clue which bear I was talking about but asked me to email a photo and she would try her best to look.
I didn't hold out much hope but got home from work to an email saying she had spent the afternoon searching and found him in the archives and if I sent our address she would send him to us free of charge!
I'm so happy dd is 7 now so will know he isn't christmas bear but we are going to give him to her Christmas Day with a letter from Father Christmas saying he was dropping christmas bears brother off as he missed him and had heard how much his brother was loved here.
Soppy but it has made me so happy.
So if you ever need a teddy or a lot of them Aurora toys are amazing.
I wish I could thank the strangers who looked after DH when he collapsed on the platform at Hammersmith station in 2009... Someone gave him their coat for his head, they called an ambulance and he was taken to hospital , briefcase and wallet intact.
A few years ago I tried to find monkey 2 to replace dds favourite friend. A lovely MNer sent him for free and was happy to help. he us still treasured
I fell off my bike while cycling home (the brakes came away from the frame and jammed the front wheel so I went flying over the handlebars). It was dark and I was cycling on the pavement (I know - but it was on a ring road/business park near a city so hardly any pedestrians - and thank god I was on the pavement or I'd probably have been run over). I landed flat on my face with the bike underneath me. I thought I'd broken something as my legs were in agony and I'd hit the ground with such force that my gloves had ripped. It was a busy road with lots of streetlights but I laid there for at least a few minutes getting my breath back - a woman stopped her car and made sure I was OK, and helped me ring my then boyfriend (now DH) but I couldn't get hold of him. She couldn't fit my bike in her car otherwise she'd've dropped me home. I still think about her and how she really calmed me down!
I should so like to thank the midwife in attendance with me and dd, from royal derby hospital in May 2010. She was just saying how nice it was to finish her shift with an uncomplicated birth when I started bleeding everywhere. She stayed on an extra 2 hours to make sure I was all right - and god knows medical staff don't have short shifts to start with.
My memory is a bit foggy, after being up all night on gas and air and then blood loss so I didn't get her name properly. I wish I'd chased it up more - I asked the local midwife and health people and left a thank you of their website, but never did get her identified.
Can I please go on record as saying that our NHs medical staff are wonderful dedicated people who get a really shit deal from their bosses, the government and the media. And they're still there for us when we need them.
Two people who I vaguely knew and hadn't seen in years heard about my Ex dumping us without a roof or any of our belongings or access to our bank account. They contacted me through the internet, got my details and sent me money and clothes/toys for my LO.
RAOKs caught on dash mounted cameras. The music is perfect too.
I've just gone to the shops for food after a person I know with mental health issues just told me they hadn't eaten properly in a week. He said he'd been living off sugary coffee so I've also spent time getting info from the Internet about sugar and caffeine. I hope he feels better soon.
The man who found my DH's laptop in the gutter of our street, after I'd left it there by mistake when packing the car. He took it home, managed to log on and find out who it belonged to and phoned to say he had it safe. Probably saved my marriage as it had a huge collection of photos for his work on it. My DH went round to his place to collect it with a big M&S voucher from me.
The friend's nanny who found my 2 1/2 year old DD wandering in the local park after having been mistakenly left behind by play group staff at the end of an outing. She took care of her, called the police and waited outside my house for me.
The person who found my silver charm bracelet (about £150 worth) lying on the garden path after the catch came loose, and attached it to my front door handle so I'd find it. And my neighbours/block mates for not removing it from the door
Phew it's taken me days to finish this thread, good thread it was to
A few roak's:
When I was driving my dad's car up a extremely steep hill in the town I live in, I kept stalling as it had a foot break instead of a hand break. The more I stalled the worse it got, my best friend was trying to help too, lots of cars over took me a couple walking down the hill saw my distress and cheered me on from the side lines :D
Back before dh was even a friend I drove him to hospital with a suspected broken hand!
I found a wallet in the middle of the rd when stuck in traffic, it was tricky but managed to reunite it with its owner.
not really a big thing
but i overtook a young girl walking down quite a dangerous road today- as i looked in my rear view mirror i realised that she was absolutely howling. i pulled over and got her off the road and asked if i could do anything- she had just found out that her boyfriend had killed himself yesterday i felt so awful for her- offered her a lift but she refused and just said "i want to run" poor girl. she was devastated. she thanked me for stopping though. so if any of you have a dd in buckinghamshire who lost her boyfriend today- please tell her i have been thinking about her all day!
After our fourth round of ivf the nurse who was there when I came round from sedation and I was staring mid distance saying 'please, please, please' over and over in my head. The nurse who was by my bed just reached over and squeezed my hand and then held it for a few seconds. Such a tiny thing but after weeks of feeling like all anybody cared about was my ovaries it was such a kind, warm gesture. I was so choked up I couldn't say thank you. I just nodded. She nodded back and left. So if you are out there, lovely nurse, thank you.
(I've never told anyone that before.)
When DS1 was 3, we were in Sainsbury's and I'd let him sit in the trolley -- one of the smaller ones, that are quite tall. While I was getting something off a shelf, he stood up in the trolley.
I have no idea why, but I just didn't register that he was now standing up, dangerously unsupported in the tall trolley. I remember saying, "Let's get some chicken," and pushed the trolley handle to swing it towards the right shelf... And he went flying out of the trolley and landed flat on his back on the floor. Everything went in slow-motion, and I can still remember his eyes widening as the back of his head hit the ground.
He was screaming, I was crying, and I just held him on my lap and hugged him. I was really useless, went to pieces. Didn't know what to do.
Suddenly a woman appeared out of nowhere, took him from me, talked to him, walked him up and down and comforted him. I remember her rubbing rubbing rubbing the back of his head where he'd hit it. Eventually she gave him back to me, told me to take him to A&E for a check up, but that he'd be fine.
When we got to A&E, they couldn't find a single mark, bruise or bump on the back of his head - even though he'd fallen about 4 feet down onto the hard floor.
BUT... On the way out of Sainsbury's, something on the floor caught my eye and I stopped to pick it up. It was a tiny lead coin with an imprint of an angel on it.
I had it cast into a silver pendant for his birthday, and it hangs up in his bedroom. We often talk about how everyone has a guardian angel, and how we met his that day.
How lovely these are! <sniffles>
The community midwife who helped us after DD1 was stillborn. Came round heaps of times to look after us, changed our GP to a sympathetic one, got DH an appt with her for anti-depressants, told us stories about how she felt when her dad died and how she coped. She then did house visits all through my next (v stressful) pregnancy and was so so incredibly kind. I'm newly pregnant again and when I went to see her she was so pleased for me. I luffs her.
Ones I've done: a couple of years ago a car broke down outside our house on about 29 Dec. Horrible night, pitch dark and sleety, and we live on a very rural road with no other houses nearby. The old lady came to the door to ask where they were so they could give the address to the recovery people. She refused to come in and went back to the car. After about 10 minutes I went out to offer them a cup of tea and discovered that the reason they wouldn't come in was because her husband was wheelchair-bound and we had a big scaffolding up blocking a lot of the drive, and their car was now blocking ours in so there was no room to get him past. I went back inside and badgered DH (who was being weirdly shy) into going out and changing their tyre - he really didn't want to, said that the recovery people would turn up soon, but I made him. It took him absolutely ages due to the position of car to kerb - he couldn't get any purchase with the jack for a long time. We were out there for at least an hour messing about with it in the wind and sleet. I was heavily pg and just holding the torch, DH was doing all the hard work. Eventually DH got the tyre changed and the couple went on their way with many thanks - the recovery people never did show up!
A couple of days later we came home and discovered a carrier bag in the porch - the old couple had left us a thank you card and presents of perfume and aftershave. It was so sweet of them.
We also helped a girl who keeps horses in the farmer's field near us. Lying in bed one evening and saw 2 horses sans riders thundering past the window. Leaped out of bed, got dressed in a hurry and ran out, by which time they were long gone. Girl went past on another horse, bareback, 2 mins later, so we got the car and offered to help. Spent a fair amount of time looking for the horses, eventually found them and helped the girl herd them into a disused stableyard. Drove back and picked her friend up to take headcollars so she could lead them home.
I was eating in a brasserie last week, alone, with my 1 year old twins. It wasn't going well and I was probably making it look harder than I usually do! One twin was constantly climbing out of the highchair, the other was throwing his food around. We eat out a lot and it normally goes quite well - this occasion was exceptionally bad!
Anyway just out of nowhere, as I was wiping up the mess at the end, a lady came up to me and said she had been watching me and she thought I was an amazing mum and told me to accept a gift of a box of macaroons she had just bought at the counter.
I was so choked up I couldn't say anything except thank you and then she walked off.
I wish I could find her and let her know how much it meant to me to hear that. I was having a really bad day and she completely turned it around for me. Plus, as a mum of twins, you ALWAYS feel like you are the world's shittest mum for a whole heap of reasons, so it really means SO much to be told you're doing a good job.
This thread is wonderful and really restores my faith in humanity. One thing that springs to mind is the support I got on here when I was pregnant. It was my first baby and was absolutely depressed, terrified and on bad days suicidal ( after baby was born ). It seemed everyone around me was telling me horror stories, and on ex friend told me it was 'hell' and didn't know how I'd cope with a 'fussy' baby.
I came on here in a mess, saying I was going to run away once baby was here. Hand him over to OH and jump on a National Express so we here random Eastenders style! ( I laugh at this now ). Anyway, I was so scared of getting flamed, but I was greeted with kindness, and sympathy. It made the rest of the pregnancy that bit easier as I could read the comments again.
Now my son is 9 months old, and it has been absolutely wonderful. I am still angry about all the horrible negative stuff I was told, which hugely outweighed the positive . It affected my pregnancy and I spent the precious newborn stage worrying about all these supposed things that would happen to me.
If someone I know is pregnant, I make sure to tell them to take 'advice' with a pinch of salt, and that it can actually be fun being a parent. Which is my experience.
So thank you MN, you helped me more than you know!
A family took me into their home after aged 17 I crashed my car into a lamp post after sliding on ice on a country lane heading home from my horses. They took a shaking me in to make calls to recovery and my mum then looked after me until the recovery driver arrived. The recovery driver took pity on me when I was worrying about seeing to my horses while my car was fixed and how I would get myself sorted for an important competition the next day (I was riding professionally at that point). Hire car was part of the recovery plan I had but normally at 17 I wouldn't be able to get a hire car. The lovely recovery driver phoned around until he found one for me and then after driving my crashed car home took me on to an airport 40 odd miles away in another city to pick up hire car. I had never driven on a motorway before so he escorted me all the way home as I drove the hire car. So much more then his on discription!
When I very badly broke my leg in a riding accident 2 years ago my whole village came out to help me, there was a cooking rota going on, people looked after my children, lent equipment to help as was wheelchair bound and couldn't get upstairs to the bathroom once I was out of hospital. I did know lots of the people involved as we are a close community but still, they did so, so much and there where some I had never had any contact with before. I have no idea how we would have got through without the help.
There have been so many raoc towards me over the years, some from people I know, some from strangers, little or large they are all amazing.
I pay forward when ever I can, lots of little things. I have no cash to give but I try to give as much thought and time as possible.
I don't think of this as a raoc really but reading the thread made me think of it.
A few years ago a man who lived in the cottages next to the community shop I work at had a fall at his forint door, somebody called to me in the shop to say he had fallen and I dashed out leaving the shop with a customer (benefit of village run shop, almost everybody knows the behind the counter basics) and along with another villager helped him up and into his house. He was adamant that he was okay so I left him with everything he might need including the phone in reach of his chair. He called me in the shop not a half hour later so I ran round and he looked very ill, ambulance was called.
He never got home again. He spent his last weeks in hospital and I visited when I could as his family where a distance away and to be honest not very nice. Even though he was in his 90's I was very upset when he died and went to his funeral. It's been 4 years and I still miss our conversations in the shop.
When I was at A & E at Southend hospital and my mum collapsed in the waiting area with a (second) major bleed and the other would be patients were there to help me catch her and call for help faster than any of the wonderful drs and nurses..was one of the longest few minutes of my life whilst they were saving her and I have rarely felt more surrounded by compassion and support than in that coldly lit room of strangers.
What a wonderful thread to revisit on New Year's Eve!!
A few years ago I realised I had left my mobile phone on a park bench. I got a doubly sinking feeling when I remembered that a group of "yoofs" had been hanging around nearby, who had no doubt spotted it and were already hawking it for quick cash. When I got home I was just about to phone the mobile company to register the loss when I noticed I had a new answerphone message. The message was from a young lad who stated that he had picked up my phone, and handed it in to the police station (at least a mile away from where I had lost it). He must have dialled 'home' to let me know. He didn't leave his name and the staff at the police station said he declined to leave his name or address. That certainly changed my opinion on youngsters today...
...another time, my car got stuck on an icy hill in a country lane. A man stopped by and tried to help but couldn't do it on his own. He drove off 'to get help' but after about 30 minutes I assumed he just buggered off. Then, when I'd given up hope, he appeared at the top of the hill with two other men. One of them, by pure coincidence happened to be my best friend's DH!! They managed to get me moving and I couldn't stop to thank them for risk of getting stuck again! A couple of weeks later, my initial rescuer turned up at my front door, randomly, as a package courier. I tried to invite him in for a cuppa to thank him but he was on the clock for deliveries.
My RAOK wasn't a solo effort, but mushroomed into a great gesture by many good folk. I learned that a local, impoverished dressmaker in the community where I lived had been burgled and, due to her poverty, had not been able to pay her home insurance that year.
I rallied the good people nearby to help me raise some money to help her, and in less than a week I was able to present to her, on all our behalfs,£400. Her tears of joy will remain with me forever.
I had a MC last year but it was a MMC and needed to shave surgery. I had a meltdown (full blown sobbing) in school playground the morning of the surgery as my friend who was meant to drive me there and stay with me for the day called to cancel last minute. DH couldn't come as he had university final exams :-(
A mum of a girl (who I never really spoke to) in DS class saw me sobbing (along with rest of school), asked what was wrong, and when I told her phoned her boss then and there and said she wouldn't be in that day due to an emergency and to deduct it from her holiday and took me to hospital and waited with me all day till DH could get me.
We're now very good friends. Amazing how kind a stranger can be x
When my daughter threw up all over herself on the way to our camping holidays last summer and we pulled up on the side of the road in some village which was the first place we could stop coming off the fast road, a very kind man spotted us and invited us into his house so we could clean her and her seat properly. He even offered a cup of tea, which we declined, as we still had a long way to go, but were really impressed and grateful.
Such a lovely thread!
When I was 19, I suffered my first bout of depression & the medication prescribed didn't work - I was one of the unfortunate ones for who they caused suicidal thoughts. I was at uni & on nights out I would drink too much to escape my own head and would end up breaking down almost every time. On a work night out, a colleague did aomethjng for me that hardly anyone else had done - she listened. Didn't try to advise, to 'fix' me or ignore me, she just listened to me and afterwards made a point of checking to see how I was. It meant such a lot to me at such a bad time, we became very close & 12 years later she is still my best friend.
In terms of paying it back, I try to do the littlest things for anyone I can - giving a kid an extra 20p so he can buy the extra sweetie, seeing a child have a tantrum in the street because he dropped his sweets and handing over the chocolate my DD wasn't fussed about (that was today) but my face wasn't for a stranger. DH's eldest nephew (through marriage, BIL isn't his biological father) had been thrown out of home at 16 & we were worried sick about him. We'd talked about this for ages because of his home life but once he was chucked out, I asked him if he wanted to come & live with us, study at the local college and we'd see him through it (we live at opposite ends of the country). He didn't take us up on the offer, but his reply made me cry: 'you've made me believe that some of my family do care about me'
This is going to sound melodramatic but I don't recall anyone doing any RAOK for me
I love doing ROAK though. When I was working as a Junior Dr we had an insanely busy night shift, lots of sick people. I was asked to take a look at a chap who was unfortunately clearly dying. After doing all what was medically necessary I asked the staff to call his family. He didn't have any. I could tell the end was near so I stayed with him and held his hand as he died.
I had an operation this week and felt awful after it. The lady next to me went down to theatre after I did and had a panic attack when she came back. Even though I could barely move I got up and sat next to her bed and held her hand whilst she calmed down.
I love helping people, even when it's the smaller things, coz they are often the things that make the biggest difference.
The lovely lady who let us use her pub's loo, even though they were just about to close. This was about 1.30am and my uni society had been on a trip when our bus broke down. After three hours waiting, a few of us needed the loo. Walked around to find this very empty, dodgy-looking pub with pretty grim, but usable toilets. Thank you, lovely lady, we also managed to warm up a bit after having been outside on the pavement for all that time.
The man who gave me £5 for fundraising, even though he only spent £1 at my stall.
When I was at the bus stop in the dark and pouring rain at about 6am, a man I didn't know came up to me and got right up in my face and asked what day it was, I told him it was Friday, and if he wouldn't mind just stepping back a bit. Well this just set him off, he kicked right off, starting screaming at me, I walked away about 20 feet, terrified, but needing to be near the bus stop and not wanting to walk off in case he might follow me, when a white van drove past, the two chaps in it saw this man kicking off at me, promptly got out, told him to do one and waited with me until my bus came. I was so completely grateful.
I was shopping in a busy shopping centre once alone, suddenly I went all clammy and dizzy, was still far from a bench and knew I wouldn't make it so just sort of collapsed on the floor near the steps leaning against this glass window, bags all sprawed out. Most people just stared but after about 2 minutes a woman came over and asked if I was ok and I said no, I felt like I was going to pass out. She ran into Boots opposite, got me a drink and obviously spoke to a member of staff as she sat with me and 5 minutes later, security brought a wheelchair down. I don't drive so security wanted to call someone for me, but the lady insisted she looked after me. She wheeled me up to the food court, bought me a jacket potato and made sure I was OK. I felt better after about an hour, she wouldn't take any money, nothing, just said she was glad to help and off she went! I was so thankful.
Also thankful to the people that called an ambulance when I had a seizure at a bus stop. I didn't know I had epilepsy at the time. They weren't about when I came around but glad someone helped me.
I know its an older thread now, but...
The midwife who stayed on for about 4 hours after her shift ended rather than me have to change yet again, her having been on duty the day before when I came in, had done a shift, gone home and another full shift while i was there, still labouring. Some flowers got sent to the hospital for me a few days later after I had finally had DS1 and left. I asked them to give them to her. She wrote me a lovely letter, no one else had ever given her their flowers before.
The lady whose car I accidentally reversed into when I was 18 and did several hundred pounds of damage, but she didn't ask for a penny towards it, just said she hoped I'd be similarly kind in future if a new driver ran into my car.
The lady with the broken arm in a plaster who was the only person to help me with my suitcase on and off three trains when we found ourselves on the same route on a train strike day when I was 38 weeks pregnant, with SPD and finishing work that day for mat leave.
The midwife who held my hand the whole way through my emergency c-section. I was 18 and the baby's dad decided he couldn't cope with the idea of coming into theatre.
It doesn't sound like much, but I was really poorly and my daughter had to be taken into special care. That was nearly 18 years ago and. My daughter died aged 5 months (unrelated to the birth) but the kindness of the midwife made the birth a lovely experience I still look back and can have fond memories.
Kindest thing I did for a stranger... I tend to stop and help people in accidents.
One time I stayed with an older woman who had got a concussion from hitting a pole at a bus. I was also the first to reach her.
And I stopped on a motorway to help a couple who had crashed their car. The woman was bleeding from her forehead and I stayed with her till the ambulance arrived.
Another time, I stayed with another woman in another bus who had a tachycardia crisis.
That a stranger did for me...
It has to be the two times strangers approached us and called the police when already ex was being violent on the street. And offered their details as witnesses.
Lovely thread. I've done little random acts of kindness for others, and they have done them for me. There are lots of very decent, kind people in the world, and a small thing can make a complete stranger's day.
My car broke down on Autoroute in Northern France once, just outside Calais. Mechanic in lorry pulled up, fixed my car and wouldn't take a single Euro payment.
Last Christmas Eve we were without power and mobile phone signal in our village. A gentleman who had broken down driving through flood water a short walk from our house, knocked and asked to use our landline to phone the AA. I suggested he give the AA our number in case they needed to get a message to him. Sure enough about an hour later they rang and said they wouldn't be with him for several hours.
I relayed the message to him at which point he told me he was a Priest and was supposed to be doing four services that afternoon (including two prison ones) I ended up driving him to the town he needed to get to. Due to the flood water the round trip took 3 hours. To be fair all the Christmas baking I had planned to do during this time wasn't going to happen anyway without the power.
He arrived on Christmas Day with flowers and chocolates to say he had arrived back 15 minutes before the car hire closed, got the last car and made it to all his services I am not particularly religious but hope this puts me in a good light when the time comes
I went out for dinner and drinks with my friends this evening for a birthday. We were all feeling very old as most of the people hitting the clubs were teens and early 20's!
My DP offered to collect us about 40 min ago from by a taxi rank. We got there and I saw a young girl, must have been about 20, barefoot and hobbling between taxis appearing to beg them to take her home as her dad would pay when they got her home. She was crying and looked really distressed.
I gave her a hug and she said that she had twisted her ankle and just wanted to go home but only had £12.50 for the £20 cab and her "friends" had abandoned her.
I gave her my last £10 and set her off on a cab.
I can't really tell anyone IRL as I'm self employed, struggling (tonight was a lot of vouchers and saving) and that £10 is a big deal to me. My DP would be really cross on my behalf.
But she needed help and I believe she was sincere.
Hopefully she will be able to help someone else one day.
Gorgeous thread which has made me sniffle and also inspired me to do more than the little raok's I do. (Parking tickets, money for the homeless, etc.)
The biggest raok ever done for me was this Easter. Me, DH, Ds1,ds2 and DD were on holiday in the USA and had driven up a woodland road in Vermont in search of the Appalachian trail ( I had read Bill Bryson's A Walk In The Woods and wanted to just have a little walk on the trail!)
Anyway, the track suddenly got v. muddy and of course the car got stuck. We tried everything we could but there was no getting out. It being Easter most of the (sporadic) houses we had passed were empty due to being summer houses. It also suddenly turned really cold and mist started rolling in.
So after walking down this path for about 2 hours and having paranoid thoughts about being eaten by a bear we knock un-optimistically at yet another house only to have it answered - hurrah! In this house lived the loveliest couple you could hope to meet, and amazingly they had a truck with a winch on the front! We all climbed in the truck, drove back up to the stuck car (having a lovely chat with them learning all about their family) and within 5 minutes the lovely man had got our car out, despite being well over 80 years old! It turned out that sat navs often wrongly sent people down this dead end track when they typed Appalachian trail into them and we were about the 50th set of people they'd helped get unstuck in the 30 years they'd lived there.
They would accept no offers of money to cover their petrol or anything else other than a handshake and our immensely heartfelt thanks, they said the fact that they managed to help us was reward enough. Having got back in their car they gave us a wave and drove off.
The final lovely bit was as we drove back past their house (after stopping for 5 minutes to take photos of where we'd been stuck!) the lady was sitting in the window and waved as we drove past, she'd obviously been sitting there waiting for us to drive past to make sure we got back ok.
Such a lovely couple and if we ever go back I'm going to find their house and secretly deliver a massive box of chocs and bunch of flowers as we had to leave Vermont that evening and didn't have a chance to go back to their house with a thank you gift.
Way before mobile phones I was due to meet a friend at a taxi station. She didn't turn up, I was only about 13. A kind driver gave me 50p for a drink which I have never forgotten. And indeed, I will always offer help to those who seem in trouble
Some lovely stories on here.
My parents once did a RAOK which I still think about. About 25 years ago they came back from a holiday in Italy, arrived at Heathrow in foul weather ( it was autumn). Dm just longing to get home for a nice cup of tea. They got approached by an Italian couple in their late 20s/ early 30s with very poor English, wanting directions to Cambridge. DM tried to explain about getting to Kings Cross, getting train to Cambridge, but they didn't seem to grasp it.
So DF says to DM that he thinks they'll get lost, so why don't they drive this couple to Cambridge. My parents don't live anywhere near Cambridge, so what should have been a 2 hour journey home became a 5 hour journey. It was a Sunday evening, DM had to be at work the next morning. She was not impressed.
So, when they get to Cambridge, the Italian woman gives DM the phone number of the B and B they're booked into. Parents find phone box and DM phones B and B to get directions. Woman who answers phone is Italian but with good English, gives directions and explains to DM that couple are relatives of hers, and that
they have come to UK for IVF treatment at Bourn Hall, because they can't get it in Italy. They'd saved for years for the opportunity.
DM still says occasionally that she's so pleased they gave the couple a lift, and wonders if they ever had their longed-for baby. I now coincidentally live very near Bourn Hall and sometimes when I'm passing there wonder the same.
Years ago. There was a teacher I hadn't got on well with at school, I had probably been a bit of a bitch (low level disruption, arrogance, generally being a bratty 14 year old). Anyway I couldn't find my name on the list for exam room before one of my GCSEs and managed to get myself into a state. She calmed me down and was really nice to me while dispatching another teacher to sort out the missing name situation. I didn't deserve her kindness.
I fell off my bike recently and lots of strangers stopped to help, got me up, righted my bike etc lots of people all very nice to me.
I had too many food shopping bags and a strapped up wrist on the train the other day. I couldn't scoop them all up. A man lent over and gathered them up for me.
I have a large musical instrument. The amount of people who offer to help on the tube is amazing. I don't need any help with it (my choice to play it!) but always thank them and joke that I'm well practiced now.
When I was little I fell and cut my face open, LOADS of blood. We were quite far from the car. Some strangers stopped, helped keep the cut together with some plasters they had in there car and have us a lift back to our car. That was nice.
In terms of paying it forward, I try to be nice and generally a bit helpful, very small things mainly. One bigger thing recently which was quite alt after people helped me when i came off my bike. A lady fell of her bike outside my flat. People outside got her and her bike out the road and stayed with her for a little bit. I was watching out the window. Then people kinda drifted away.
After about 5 mins I decided she really didn't look like she was ok - went out and she kept saying she was fine, no ambulance, she was fine. But she wasn't moving from her sitting position and was very white. I called an ambulance, sat with her quietly letting her know one was on its way.
I took her bike into the flat for her as she didn't have a bike lock with her and the ambulance wouldn't take it too (obviously). She wasn't ok, had hit her head and dislocated her shoulder. Couldn't believe how quickly the ambulance got there to be honest.
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