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malificent7 Thu 20-Apr-17 22:55:11

Driving along a busy road on the way to work and a mother duck waddled across the road followed by about 6 tiny ducklings.
Not only did the car in front stop and let her pass but all subsequent traffic slowly overtook her as they waddled down the side of the road. I hope they didnt get squashed in the end but i was touched by the compassion of the drivers.

malificent7 Thu 20-Apr-17 22:55:55

Please also add anecdotes that gave restored your faith in humanity.

Urglewurgle Thu 20-Apr-17 22:56:43

I was once on a double decker that stopped for a duck and it's ducklings crossing the road.

Worriedaboutsmear Thu 20-Apr-17 22:56:56

That is lovely but what makes me sad is that if it was a human being and 6 of her kids, the drivers would be tutting, sighing and cursing in their heads

Pigface1 Thu 20-Apr-17 22:58:47

Well the human being with 6 kids would be being pretty irresponsible.

StillHungryy Thu 20-Apr-17 23:03:20

I imagine the duck mother also lets the baby ducks in deep water quite young without watching them all the time,without getting judged! What a 🦆 bitch

StillHungryy Thu 20-Apr-17 23:07:05

One from Reddit that's well known:

Just about every time I see someone I stop. I kind of got out of the habit in the last couple of years, moved to a big city and all that, my girlfriend wasn't too stoked on the practice. Then some shit happened to me that changed me and I am back to offering rides habitually. If you would indulge me, it is long story and has almost nothing to do with hitch hiking other than happening on a road.
This past year I have had 3 instances of car trouble. A blow out on a freeway, a bunch of blown fuses and an out of gas situation. All of them were while driving other people's cars which, for some reason, makes it worse on an emotional level. It makes it worse on a practical level as well, what with the fact that I carry things like a jack and extra fuses in my car, and know enough not to park, facing downhill, on a steep incline with less than a gallon of fuel.
Anyway, each of these times this shit happened I was DISGUSTED with how people would not bother to help me. I spent hours on the side of the freeway waiting, watching roadside assistance vehicles blow past me, for AAA to show. The 4 gas stations I asked for a gas can at told me that they couldn't loan them out "for my safety" but I could buy a really shitty 1-gallon one with no cap for $15. It was enough, each time, to make you say shit like "this country is going to hell in a handbasket."
But you know who came to my rescue all three times? Immigrants. Mexican immigrants. None of them spoke a lick of the language. But one of those dudes had a profound affect on me.
He was the guy that stopped to help me with a blow out with his whole family of 6 in tow. I was on the side of the road for close to 4 hours. Big jeep, blown rear tire, had a spare but no jack. I had signs in the windows of the car, big signs that said NEED A JACK and offered money. No dice. Right as I am about to give up and just hitch out there a van pulls over and dude bounds out. He sizes the situation up and calls for his youngest daughter who speaks english. He conveys through her that he has a jack but it is too small for the Jeep so we will need to brace it. He produces a saw from the van and cuts a log out of a downed tree on the side of the road. We rolled it over, put his jack on top, and bam, in business. I start taking the wheel off and, if you can believe it, I broke his tire iron. It was one of those collapsible ones and I wasn't careful and I snapped the head I needed clean off. Fuck.
No worries, he runs to the van, gives it to his wife and she is gone in a flash, down the road to buy a tire iron. She is back in 15 minutes, we finish the job with a little sweat and cussing (stupid log was starting to give), and I am a very happy man. We are both filthy and sweaty. The wife produces a large water jug for us to wash our hands in. I tried to put a 20 in the man's hand but he wouldn't take it so I instead gave it to his wife as quietly as I could. I thanked them up one side and down the other. I asked the little girl where they lived, thinking maybe I could send them a gift for being so awesome. She says they live in Mexico. They are here so mommy and daddy can pick peaches for the next few weeks. After that they are going to pick cherries then go back home. She asks if I have had lunch and when I told her no she gave me a tamale from their cooler, the best fucking tamale I have ever had.
So, to clarify, a family that is undoubtedly poorer than you, me, and just about everyone else on that stretch of road, working on a seasonal basis where time is money, took an hour or two out of their day to help some strange dude on the side of the road when people in tow trucks were just passing me by. Wow...
But we aren't done yet. I thank them again and walk back to my car and open the foil on the tamale cause I am starving at this point and what do I find inside? My fucking $20 bill! I whirl around and run up to the van and the guy rolls his window down. He sees the $20 in my hand and just shaking his head no like he won't take it. All I can think to say is "Por Favor, Por Favor, Por Favor" with my hands out. Dude just smiles, shakes his head and, with what looked like great concentration, tried his hardest to speak to me in English:
"Today you.... tomorrow me."
Rolled up his window, drove away, his daughter waving to me in the rear view. I sat in my car eating the best fucking tamale of all time and I just cried. Like a little girl. It has been a rough year and nothing has broke my way. This was so out of left field I just couldn't deal.
In the 5 months since I have changed a couple of tires, given a few rides to gas stations and, once, went 50 miles out of my way to get a girl to an airport. I won't accept money. Every time I tell them the same thing when we are through:
"Today you.... tomorrow me."
tl;dr: long rambling story about how the kindness of strangers, particularly folks from south of the border, forced me to be more helpful on the road and in life in general. I am sure it won't be as meaningful to anyone else but it was seriously the highlight of my 2010.
edit: To the OP, sorry to jack your thread, this has nothing to do with Hitch Hiking. I sort of thought I could just get this off my chest, enjoy the catharsis and watch the story languish at the bottom of the page. Glad people like hearing the tale and I hope it moves you to be more helpful in your day to day.

StillHungryy Thu 20-Apr-17 23:15:23

And I copy and pasted the edit also blush

chastenedButStillSmiling Thu 20-Apr-17 23:39:59

Um... DD once gave someone her seat on the bus.

5foot5 Thu 20-Apr-17 23:49:32

OP you don't live in Cheshire do you?

Only I saw that very thing this morning on my way to work. A white van coming towards me stopped with his hazards on because of a mother duck and ducklings crossing.

Maybe this is the time for duck migration for some reason

LoveMyLittleSuperhero Thu 20-Apr-17 23:51:34

I was once stood in a bus depot, my dog on the lead next to me sobbing because I was trying to get to the vets to collect my other dog, he had had to have a major operation and instead of keeping him the 24 hours they had said they would they wanted him gone that day, and someone had stolen my purse so I couldn't get to the vets to collect him and pay for a taxi back (£40 because it was an emergency vet miles from him and I had to find a taxi company that would accept two big dogs).
A girl about 19 years old stopped to ask if I was ok. When I explained she gave me a hug and went over to the cash machine to withdraw enough not only for me to get to the vets, but also to get a taxi back home. I added her on facebook so I could let her know how my dog was and to pay her back but she wouldn't accept a penny from me.
4 years later she still contacts me regularly to ask how he is doing and still hasn't accepted anything in return.
Teenagers get a bad rap, but this punky dressed student was the only person in a major cities train station at rush hour who stopped to help the pathetic sobbing woman and her dog.

mrsmalcolmreynolds Thu 20-Apr-17 23:53:12

My DM (who is living with dementia) told me all about how a member of the telephone booking staff at the Royal Welsh College of Music cheerfully spent an hour helping DM book and pay for concert tickets. While I'm on the subject, check out the Alzheimers Society "Dementia Friends" initiative wine

LaContessaDiPlump Thu 20-Apr-17 23:57:05

A lorry driver once rescued my family when our car had broken down (exploding tyre) in the middle of the King's Highway in Jordan - nothing but desert as far as you could see. My dad was profusely grateful, esp as the driver would accept no money. A very kind man!

I try to help people when I can (as long as it's not a type of help that would embarrass them or make them feel awkward).

Ikillallplants Thu 20-Apr-17 23:58:31

The London taxi drivers do a day out for war veterans. They drive them down to worthing where they have a lunch. They then have a walk/push along the seafront and then have a high tea. They then all get back in the cabs and drive home smile

chastenedButStillSmiling Fri 21-Apr-17 00:26:40

LoveMyLittleSuperhero - you just made me cry!

LoveMyLittleSuperhero Fri 21-Apr-17 11:23:46

blush sorry!

DuchessK Fri 21-Apr-17 11:33:32

I once witnessed an entire dual carriage way come to a halt, both directions as a dog was loose and running around, the dog was caught and safe. No one beeped or shouted. Warmed my heart up a bit.

Another one was a lady who gave me a tissue when I was crying on the Tube, , she didn't say a word, just handed it to me, I won't ever forget that.

XsaraHale Fri 21-Apr-17 11:52:56

Few years ago my DF went to get his car fixed at a garage. The owners and most workers are of the same cultural background/ethnicity as DF. There was another worker who was not included in the banter/conversation...taking place in their shared language, this person looked to be of a different race and most customers assumed he did not understand what was being said. My DF went to make a cuppa and asked another worker to "ask my friend, the brother over there, working hard if he wants a tea to warm him"...(in their common language). The worker referred to...turned and said" Thank you, in nearly 3 months I have had, people assume I can not understand them, don't mind being talked about, had some derogatory terms...all due to my looks. You are the first person who called me friend/brother and offered a tea without knowing me, you did not know I would understand but you referred to me with respect and that means a lot" ( All said in the shared language) . You can't judge another by appearance and should always refer to others with respect...simple but true!

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