Someone was just very kind to me

Aww thats lovely, OP. I was in a shop a christmas or two ago and a lady in front of me was trying to pay for something, but was 6p or 11p short. She was frantically looking through her bag for any spare money; her teenage son had her bank card so she couldn't get any cash out, so I just gave her the money. It was only a tiny amount, but the relief on her face was huge. It was a nice feeling for me afterwards too

Yes, I'd buy those book rights in a flash if I were in the business, Worship! It's a film or a telly one-off as well. Beautiful story and you tell it so well. I can see those roses.

These stories are so wonderful. Worship, that's got me sobbing. I'm so glad that you had her

This thread is truly wonderful and should be in classics. It's brightened my day!

rose millionaires

Bloody hell Worship I am in bits here sitting outside school. So glad she was in your life x

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😍😭 There's a book in there Worship. Beautiful. You'll have lit up her life and brought her great comfort too.

Was once on a trip to a foreign city where my dh was working. I had been out with them all day and was very tired and cold. I saw a lady lurking near the lifts and she made a beeline for me looking like she wanted a favour. I was too tired to help her but plastered on a smile so as not to seem rude. She gave me some tickets to an expensive exhibition that she had no time to go to as she said she understood that trips with children are so expensive. We went the next day and dd and I loved it and talk about it all the time! So thoughtful. Lovely thread.

When our 2 boys were young, about age 5 and 8, they were playing out and saw our very elderly nextdoor neighbour (who was lovely) walking down our road carrying two heavy shopping bags; without any prompting from me, they ran up to her and insisted on carrying her bags. I welled up watching them, especially the youngest, as the bag was nearly as big as him!!

Worship, that made me 😢

Just a small one, happened this morning. My Dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer last year.

We though it would be a pretty quick and steady decline, particularly after chemo failed to do anything and he chose palliative treatment alone. But he's been doing really well and suprised as all with being pretty ok at Christmas.

Sadly he's seem to have taken a real turn for the worse and his rate of decline has been steeper than I was expecting given our adjsuted view of his disease progression. This has knod of knocked me for six in the most unexpected, yet expected ways and I'm struggling. Had a weepy day in work yesterday which I tried to conceal- but easier said then done. This morning I came to work to find a kind note and biscuits in my pigeon hole- just a small thing but really touched me

Bahhhhhhhumbug
Your story about the old lady and your son made me think of my childhood.
We were incredibly poor. Not enough to eat, no money for the meter, for wellies /proper winter coats etc. My parents worked hard but it was a hard time for them, with illness, and bad luck etc.
But, we had this HUGE yellow rose bush in the garden which covered an entire high wall and flowered all summer. Scented golden roses.
We had roses to rival the Queen, roses to spare, we were rose millionaires :)
We lived in a terrace with long very narrow gardens -you could almost touch your neighbours. I noticed an old lady alone often and asked my Mum if I could take her a rose as she looked lonely? I was 6.
I took her that Rose and she became my surrogate Grandma.
She loved my visits, which I did every single Sunday. As I got older I would fetch her things from the Shop and make her a cup of tea. I persuaded her to have a Budgie, and got her one, and a cage, and she loved it so very much - she said, she now 'had company when I was at School'. She died when I was 15 and I was devastated.
What she never really knew is, given half my family was estranged, the Granny was a nasty drunk and I was being abused by another family member, she meant more to me than the Good Fairy in my fairytale book. We baked, she let me watch: 'Black Beauty' on her tv while we had the sandwiches and cake we'd made, she bought me pop from the pop man, she made me a ballet dress so I could twirl around her tiny sitting room. Little things that meant the world. She turned a small part of my childhood into that scented Golden Rose I'd given her - my little whim as a 6 year old was returned a thousandfold to me. I'll never forget her.

I was waiting for the bus when I realised I'd left my pass at home. I didn't have much change on me (about £1.50 which wasn't enough for where I was going). A fellow passenger I knew to say hello to asked me if I was ok so I told her what had happened and that I'd flag down a black cab and stop at the cash machine. I said she could hitch a ride as she usually got off where I did. She said rather than wasting money I could use her pass and she'd pay her fair as she was only going 3-4 stops. So I insisted that I'd pay her bus fair as I had enough for a small journey but she refused. I saw her having a meal with her family one night so I sent over drinks and desserts.

Oh I really have to stop treading this thread...

Echoes that was a lovely thing to do what a great boss

Such a lovely lovely thread.
A few years ago, I had to take our 21 yr old cat to be pts, we were both devastated. I had to go to the vet alone because DH had been called into work on an urgent rush job. He told the boss about the cat and that he wanted to get away asap because he didn't want me to be alone and we were going to bury her that afternoon in the yard. As he was leaving the boss and his son came out to him with a large flat stepping stone they'd got from the garden center, they'd sandblasted our cat's name into it! They'd also bought us a rose bush and a card, bloody hell, I'm blowing snot again just thinking about how kind they were.

This is such a beautiful thread.
I agree it should go in classics.
I can't stop crying reading these.

Another one. We had recently moved to the area and went for a dog walk in a place we didn't know, we got hopelessly lost and it was starting to get dark. We finally emerged onto a road and there was a house opposite with a family waving goodbye to guests. I went over to ask the way back to where we'd started the walk (and left our car) and the guy said that it was actually about 3 miles away but he bundled us and our dog (all of us with very muddy feet) into his pristine car and drove us back. We were so incredibly grateful to him and said to ourselves we really must pay it forward. About a week later a guy in a classic car broke down outside our house so dp went out with tool kit and got the car started again. It felt great to have done someone else a good turn after having received one ourselves.

Bahhhhhumbug I remember you story about the old lady from before, it's so lovely, as are all the stories on here.

This thread needs to go into Classics for us all to remind ourselves that there is a lot of good in the world.

Oh, I forgot to mention the young man who offered to and carried my 10 year old in his arms when he was stung by a weevil fish. I was alone with three kids (one thankfully older). It was a 100 m walk and DS was in a lot of pain.
Very kind.

Fucks sake. Keep crying.

I ran away from a job in Croydon and a lady gave me all her change, £8, for a train ticket. Didn't get her address but I am more than happy to give her the current equivalent if I ever find her. So kind and reinforced when the staff at the train station wouldn't let me get on the train and someone pay at the other end. I then went to the coach station and the security guard gave me £35 to get home. ended up engaged to him and then left when he hit me but that day he was kind but I know now I felt indebted .

Many years ago when I had managed to get out of a very abusive marriage. Ex cleared out all bank accounts and mortgage and everything.

So I was scrimping money together whilst taking care of both very young DC.

For a while I lived wage to wage and one evening after a really long day I was exhausted and we didn't have food in the house and I thought I had enough money to get us three a take away. I ordered on the phone and always paid on my debit card. My debit card got rejected that day. I was so indescribably tired and defeated and barely holding it together (some nights I'd just have a cup of tea and go to bed but I had to feed my dc).
The take away guy turned up at my door with the food and told me to pay whenever. I immediately wrote him a cheque dated it to my pay day and asked him to cash it when I was paid.

It was such a massive big deal to me, he will never ever know how grateful I am for that act of kindness. I still think of him years later.

Ds is epileptic and had his first seizure at six months old when I was home alone with him and dd. Dh has always been awful at taking his phone to work so had no way of contacting him to get him home. My mum and dad live across the road but were several hundred miles away at a family funeral. Neighbours at work. Hysterical dd had to be dragged out from behind the sofa and bundled into the ambulance very quickly. One wonderful paramedic carefully locked up and made sure I had my keys while I was into much of a panic to do it. While another held ds so I could sort dd out and talked to us all the way to the hospital assuring me ds was fine with him and telling me about all the babies he'd delivered and what a privilege it was to hold mine.

Dbil eventually managed to colect dh from work and get him on route to the hospital. Dh had a fraction of the taxi fare in his pocket but asked the first driver he saw if they would take it to get him to a and e as he needed to get dd asap. The driver did no problem and dh shoved the money at him and ran in. The taxi driver then circled the hospital for the best part of an hour waiting for dh to come out with dd. He was so pleased to catch them as dh came out to the bus stop as he'd been worrying how they would get home with no money and took them home. He recognised dd a couple of months later when we walked past a taxi rank and jumped out to ask how ds was doing.

Between Christmas and New Year last year our 15 yr old daughter suffered a huge brain haemorrhage and spent a long time in hospital, word got out to people who we have lost contact with, one of whom turned up out of the blue laden down with m and s food bags with enough ready meals for lunches and dinners to last us a week. Her thoughtfulness really touched me.

A couple of years ago I went back to university to do another degree and was a horribly broke student all over again.
One evening I got back from my shitty part-time job absolutely exhausted and starving and went to the supermarket to pick up some food. I only had about £8 left in my bank account so added everything up as I went around, but I must have miscalculated because when I got to the checkout I was a few pounds over.
I was so embarrassed - the cashier was lovely though, she took some of the items off with her scanner, but, instead of keeping them, she put them back my shopping bag with a wink and sent me on my way. I was SO grateful!

Bahhhhhumbug Your son sounds wonderful

Posted about this a long time ago l think but my son used to stand at a bus stop with my two dgds waiting for the school bus. An old lady whose house was right behind bus stop used
to sit looking out her front
window watching and my two dgds about 5 and 7
then started waving to her
and she started waving back etc. On fine mornings
she started come out to
her gate and chat to them
while they waited for the bus. Just before Christmas
my son got dgds to help make a card from all three of them and they gave it to
her. He also bought a jigsaw as she'd mentioned
she enjoyed them and got the girls to wrap it and they all took it across. Sh
e was absolutely made up with this but when they were invited in noticed the
solitary card in pride of place :( He ended up inviting her to Xmas dinner which she declined but she agreed to having a dinner taken across (DS is very good cook) From then my DS started doing shopping errands for her etc and she came to dote on my dgds and looked forward to them popping in. All this came from a simple wave from a child to an old lady and of course my son's lovely caring nature. I must have done something right!!