Someone was just very kind to me

Such a small thing happened to me a couple of weeks ago but it left me feeling warm and fuzzy for days .

Was rushing around my local supermarket on my way to an afternoon shift at work. Had been having a pretty stressful day. Was tapped on the shoulder my a young lady, early 20's. She said" I just wanted to say you look lovely". I was SO shocked I had to really fight to hold back the tears. I managed to thank her and went about my business smiling for the rest of the day.

It was such a lovely thing to do, I have tried to emulate her kindness by doing something similar most days. People are mostly thrilled although I have had a few suspicious looks😂

spinspinsugar that is so true, I think our actions define us as human, not by words. It's reminded me of an incident quite a few years ago, I was travelling home from work and the car in front of me appeared to be driving erratically. It then struck a traffic island and stopped. I pulled my car off the road and went to investigate. The driver was a teenage boy, probably a very new driver in his first car. He couldn't get out due to the damage to the drivers door so I called the emergency services and then introduced myself, got in the car and started talking rubbish to him to calm him down. He then started crying, big hysterical sobs and said "my mums going to kill me". I reassured him that his mum would not do anything of the sort, and as a mum myself I would only be concerned that my precious child was OK. I took his hand and held it. I then offered to call his mum as he was in no fit state to do so. The fire brigade and ambulance soon arrived and were able to free the young man, he was shocked but unharmed. Mum arrived soon after and saw me stood next to her boy. We looked at each other and no words were exchanged, just a hug from one mum to another.

These are extraordinary, I wish we could focus on the good things like this rather than the bad.

Reading through them has reminded me of one I've felt thankful for. I was 22 at the time and had just moved into a new house with ExDP of 2 years. Two months in to the one year contract he turns around and says I don't want to be with you anymore turns out he started seeing OW at work whom he later married, friendly terms now. Me being me focused on the practicalities rather than feeling anything at the time so a few days later I set off to the estate agent to try and see what we would need to do to break the lease. As soon as I sat down in the office I couldn't talk I just sobbed, bless the two ladies in the office they took me upstairs out of the main area to make me tea and chat through everything.

I felt so embarrassed at the time but their reassurance that I would be strong enough to get everything sorted was amazing. Restored faith in estate agents to!

I love these!
I remember when I'd just had my twins. I was in the ward and my first twin had already been taken to SCBU, then later that morning my other twin was taken to SCBU, both due to hypoglycaemia. My husband was at home with our older children at the time so I had no one with me, and the two other mums in the ward had their partners with them. I remember just sobbing so hard I literally could not stop and was trying to apologise to the midwives, I was in such a state and felt so lost and alone. The new mum in the bed opposite me just came over and held my hand for about 10 minutes. She was getting ready to go at the time and had just been discharged. But I could hear her say to her partner about me that my babies had both been taken and there was no one with me, so she just came and sat with me and held my hand while I sobbed, and I was trying to say sorry and thank you but didn't make any sense. She then had to go, but that made me feel so acknowledged and touched and not alone. It felt so sincere and gave me strength that morning. I often think of her, and think of the power of humanity. So simple holding another persons hand, not a word spoken, but meant so so much.

Two which took place in rush hour in central London, a time and location where most people seem to suffer a temporary lapse in humanity. It makes the people who go out of your way for you extra special.

To attend a family funeral I had to make a long cross-country trip by train and a hire car which entailed crossing London in the middle of rush hour with baby DS in a sling, a large bag and a car seat. In crowded tube station a lift was broken resulting in a bit of a crush and we were getting no sympathy from weary commuters when an older man with broken English quietly takes the bag and car seat out of my hands and pushes a route through the crowds. He then asks which train we need - I tell him, he nods and proceeds to carry our things to the right platform - it's one of those stations where it is a huge walk down corridors and up and down stairs. I think how fortunate we were that he was getting the same train as us. When we reach the platform he takes us onto the train, ensures we have a seat and our bags are stowed, then hops off the train as the doors are shutting - it wasn't his train and he'd gone well out of his way for us.

Another time I suffered a crippling attack of endometriosis pain - I was trying to get myself home but nearly collapsed in agony in the middle of a busy street. Whilst people around ignored me a guy from a neighbouring large building site saw me and came out and escorted me off the pavement. He sweet-talked the site security (who was being abit jobsworth about letting me enter the area) into giving up his chair so I could sit, rallied others to fetch me water and some sweets, talked kindly to me until the worst of the pain passed then managed to find the only female worker on site to escort me to the nearby NHS clinic so I could get help. The next day I took a thank you card and box of chocs for him and his colleagues.

That is adorable Buffalo, what a kind DD you have

A couple of weeks ago DD (3) and I were having a rare mummy daughter day out, and popped to Nando's for lunch with the promise of ice cream at a nearby parlour afterwards. When we were ordering our Nando's DD was excitedly telling the guy on the till all about the ice cream she was getting later, and he was playing along, matching her excitement and saying how much he wished he was getting ice cream etc. and generally being lovely with her.
As soon as we stepped away from till DD asked if we could bring him an ice cream when we went for ours, and kept reminding me all through lunch. When we asked for him by name and she presented him with his wee scoop of chocolate ice cream in a tub I nearly burst - he was properly surprised and had clearly just had his day made, the two of them grinning at each other gave me a warm fuzzy feeling for ages afterwards :)

A lovely English couple payed for my breakfast in Schipol Airport when all of the card machines went down - I'd queued for ages and needed to get my flight and had an awful head cold and it was just so appreciated x

When I was heavily pregnant with DD I had gone to the cash machine and withdrew 150 to go shopping. I took my card but completely forgot to take my money, walking away I didn't even realise that I had left my money in the machine, behind me their was a young lad waiting to use it. He ran after me shouting that I hadn't taken my money with me. I couldn't believe it!! I did nothing but thank him, tears streaming down my face because I'd already had the crappiest of days. I was really lucky that day because I'd just presumed that I had taken the money out, he could of easily of walked off with my money and nothing would of come of it.

Love, love, love these stories!! ☺️

Where I live sometimes I see bus drivers get off the bus to help passengers who have mobility problems get out and to the door they're going to or who are visually impaired to cross the road.
Nobody has ever complained about the wait.

Drama - your story reminded me of one of my own . Many years ago in South Africa, we had a fun evening at church. They were selling hot dogs, and I bought two. I walked back (just across the street) to my flat. There was a newsagent on the corner, and in front of it an elderly homeless guy was sitting looking very sad, hungry and hopeless. I went up to my flat, and felt so guilty when I looked at the hot dogs, that I went back downstairs, into the newsagents, and bought him a tin of beans (which the owner opened for me), a loaf of bread and a carton of milk. I gave it to the man, who immediately started eating, his mouth so full that he couldn't thank me, but I'll never forget the way he looked at me - as if I was an angel who had appeared out of the sky. Back in my flat, I then felt guilty because I hadn't bought him an apple or something as well lol.

Also something from when I was little; we went to Alton towers and in a gift shop my dad overheard a little boy asking for a baseball cap. His Dad said no, it costs too much etc and just gave my dad a look like "kids hey?"

Anyways my dad had a go on one of those fairground things, basically won the jack pot. Hat, teddy bear, key rings... the whole deal. We were wandering around the park and saw the family again, so dad gave the family the goodie bag. I think I was about 6 and I was so proud that he was my dad.

I'm a community nurse and had a horrendous shift. My cars fuel light went on, so I started heading to the petrol station... and my car cut out. It was throwing it down. I managed to push the car to the side of the road and started walking to the petrol station with my emergency can. A lovely lady stopped, gave me a lift to the station and back to my car. I am forever grateful!

Me again!! Lol. I've just remembered another one of the many acts of kindness I have been shown and had to share it (there is another but I've shared it on MN loads of times).

When DS was 5 we were on the way to his after school music class and as he had been really good we stopped at the local newsagents to get him a drink and a kinder egg. However after they had been rung up at the till I realised that I hadn't got my purse with me! I rooted around in my bag and found my 'emergency' money which totalled £1, enough to get one drink between us but not to get a kinder egg too. I appologised to the man at the counter and said to cancel the transaction while I sorted out what to do. I put my drink back and told DS I would just have a swig of his and apologised to him that he would have to put the kinder egg back and get a cheap chocolate bar instead. Bless, DS he was so good and went and swapped it without any fuss at all. Throughout this I had the vague notion that the man at the counter was watching us and felt a little embarrassed. When we got back to the til with our then 95p (or so) worth of stuff the man said to DS "You really wanted that kinder egg didn't you? Was mummy getting it for you because you had been a good boy?" To which DS replied "Yes" and "Yes". He then told DS to go and put the other chocolate bar back and go and get the kinder egg. He then rang up his staff discount on the till which made the total just over £1 and told me I could give him the 95p I was going to pay for the other items and he'd make the rest of the new total up himself. When I tried to protest he told me that it was just so lovely to see a child who was so polite and adaptable and who didn't make a fuss at having to compromise.
DS was so happy that the first thing he did when entering music class was tell his teachers about the kind man in the shop! It really made an impression on him.

I'm also one to tell strangers even if I look like the biggest loon if I like their dress/hair/make up!

I just think it makes people feel good about themselves! And shows people notice too

One for myself paying a kindness (though only a very small one).
I was on my way back from a trip to the pub with friends late at night and was carrying a tub that contained 4 buns I had leftover from a 'being and share picnic' we had had earlier in the day. I spotted a couple of homeless men who looked quite cold and hungry and on a whim stopped and asked them if they would like the buns. They accepted and I then found myself explaining that they could keep the tub and that I wasn't a very good baker so sorry if they were not very good. They just smiled at me and said it didn't matter as they hadn't had homemade cakes in ages. It was such a lovely feeling, but what was even lovelier was that the next day when DS asked if he could have a leftover bun (I had forgotten I had text DH to say there was some!!) and I told him the story he immediately said "That's ok, they needed them more than me and we can always make more."
VERY proud moment.

I don't have any lovely stories to share of acts of kindness to me by a stranger.

however, I once worked for a company who dealt with surveys on houses, we were told under no circumstances to jump the queue as such as it would set everyone else back! It was also near impossible to speed reports up given the time it took.

Was asked by a broker on behalf of a guy who's wife was dying of cancer in a caravan IN THE WINTER, if we could speed it up so they could get in their new home quicker, he was looking for around 4-5 days, he rang me at 9am that morning, I rang him back at 5pm that evening to say it had been done.

I got sent such a lovely letter thanking me! It made my heart swell!

Il be honest, I'm always the one looking to help others, whether that the public or in a professional setting! I like making others smile

I remember being in a card shop looking for a birthday card for my grandad who was dying of cancer and only had months to live. I just suddenly got overwhelmed with the knowledge that it would be the last birthday card I would ever buy him and I burst into tears right then and there. This lovely older couple who were looking at the card display opposite came over and asked if I was ok. The women then asked if I needed a hug which I gratefully accepted. They asked me if it was because I had lost someone and I poured out my heart to her while she just held me and stroked my hair in the shop for about 5 minutes. (I noticed when I was calmer that the man, bless him, had been ushering people past us to leave us in peace.). When I eventually stopped crying they told me that my grandad was very lucky to have a granddaughter who cared about him so much and that I could still wish him happy birthday for many years to come whether he was on this earth or not.
They then helped me to chose a card and offered to pay, but I refused telling them that they had already been complete angels to comfort me as they did. I told my parents about them when I got home and they said that they were indeed a blessing.

One of my best friends died suddenly a few years ago. At the time only off peak calls were included in my mobile plan but I used it loads in peak time in the following days.

I rang orange just before my bill was due to try and find out how much it was going to be so I'd have enough in my account - I knew it would be loads.

They weren't sure exactly but thought it'd be about £50 extra and asked if I wanted to change my plan. I said no and explained the situation.

The charges never appeared on any bill - the lovely man on the phone must have wiped them

I was on a train once with my dd who was 1 at the time, and she had the mother of all meltdowns. A drunk passenger at the other end of the train started shouting down the train about how I was a shit mother who couldn't shut her up, his words exactly. A kind lady came and said I am just going to sit here with you as I think you need it. I have never forgotten her kindness. She also gave me wipes to rub on the back of my lo's neck to cool her down. I did need that and I wish I could tell her I still think of her today. Still feel a bit anxious now about having to travel with my dd if she's grumpy. I know I shouldn't but.....

This morning at T5 international arrivals my two very small boys were going nuts waiting for DH to arrive (He's been a way with work for a while). Lots of lovely people smiled at me and spoke to the children and were generally kind during a very stressful wait. Sometimes just a smile and speaking to someone is enough.

Last November I was walking to pick up my car from the garage. On the way I walked past a Japanese lady waiting at a bus stop. She had been to a nearby tourist attraction, she stopped me and showed me her bus timetable and asked in broken English about buses to the train station.
The garage is on a country road and I knew there were very few buses and found it difficult to follow her timetable. I explained in simple terms i was going to collect my car and I would drive her to the train station, about 4 miles away, as I didn't want her stranded there.
I got the car, returned and picked up the lady. We "chatted" as best we could in the car as she spoke very little English and I spoke non Japanese.
Her name was Takae and she told me a little about herself. She was the same age as me, with birthdays in the same month and we both had sons at University. She was on holiday in London and had travelled up to the tourist attraction (where my son works) on her own.
We exchanged address and emails as I dropped her off and she seemed very grateful. At Christmas I received a hand made Christmas card and Japanese calendar from her.

Remembered another one after reading some more of these (I love this thread - it's a wonderful one!)

Took my three monkeys away for a few days holiday last year - couple of nights staying in a Youth Hostel, and exploring the local area. We went out to a nearby town for tea and found a friendly pub, settled down for some grub and general chit chat about what we'd been doing and where else we might go. An older couple sat a table or so away from us stopped next to us on their way out, the lady commented on how well behaved and polite my boys were and that they were a credit to me. It was such a lovely comment and made me so happy, and made all the times they drive me nuts worth it :)

These are all so lovely. Breton your post brought a tear to my eye

Thank you fed up, that is very kind ❤