Someone was just very kind to me

I love all these stories!

Our town apparently took "Random Act of Kindness" Week very seriously one year.

An older couple randomly bought my daughter a Frisbee because, "it was Random Act of Kindness Week,and she looked like one of the happiest children they'd seen."

So that was lovely. Walking home, it was windy and my daughter let go of her Frisbee and it flew down the street. As she started to cry, a younger man saw her, ran down the sidewalk and grabbed it from going under a parked car. He returned it to us and told her, "You're very lucky, I was due a good deed today!" And just went on his way.

It was so sweet.

A few years ago now, on a Monday morning, I was told at the hospital I had cancer but the specialist nurse wasn't around so no one could tell me how bad it was or any details really.
So I felt like I was on another planet really and went straight to an aa meeting.
Afterwards a lovely man just gave me a big hug as he said I looked like I needed it. I managed to tell him what was wrong and he said
'It'll be fine, you'll get through it, whatever happens'
He was just so kind, I'll never forget that!

A few months ago I was on a long train journey, at a table opposite a woman with her 3yo DD, and she was getting more and more fractious because mums phone signal kept cutting out so she couldn't watch her cartoons.
So I just turned my tablet round and asked what she'd like to watch as I have loads of Peppa Pig and Paw Patrol downloaded for my DGD's.
Mum was ever so grateful and insisted on buying my cup of tea when the trolley came round!

I have found out the cafe in town who do suspended cuppas and I always go in and pay for one when I'm passing

I've had several lovely experiences but the one I'll never forget is on the day of my job interview. I was sat at a bus stop sobbing, I'd left early enough that I could get two of my half hourly buses into the interview incase anything happened. The first was cancelled then the second didn't turn up on time and I desperately needed the job but knew if I was late for my interview I didn't stand a chance. My DP was suffering severely with his MH and because of the amount of time he had to have off we were struggling with bills. A little old lady who lived in the house behind the bus stop came out and hugged me to calm me down. When she found out why I was crying she was horrified as she'd seen how long I'd been waiting through the window, commented that it was hard enough for young people to find jobs without bus dramas and bundled me into her car. I got to my interview with 5 minutes to spare and got the job. I'll never forget what she did for me, it made such a huge difference to the life of me and my family and still does today. I don't live on that street anymore but every year at Christmas I get her and her husband a box of chocolates.

Lovely stories (i too now appear to have something in my eye!).
We'd just moved to a new country to live and i was enjoying a celebratory meal with dh and DC in a bar. Got talking to an older couple on the next table who were natives of the country but on holiday in the area. They left after their food and we stayed on for a bit. When we came to leave and asked for the bill the waitress told us they had paid for our meal as a welcome to the country present.

Someone on a crowded commuter bus dipped into by bag and took my wallet. It was actually a beautiful designer wristlet that a dear friend had given me some years ago, and I was more upset about that in some ways than at losing my cash, credit cards and lipstick. Iwas shocked, since I rode the same bus every day and felt incredibly violated. I was fairly vocal at work (and in a post on FB) and by the end of that week I had received four new wristlets/cross bodies/wallets, including one from from the lovely friend who had given me the original one. I did feel oh so loved.

I do always try to jump in when I see someone struggling to come up with enough to pay - Pay It Forward!

Jeff Yoir last story has made me tear up again. What a lovely, thoughtful young man. I think you're right. It's easy to feel like no-one cares when the news is so negative and it's so easy to see the bad things people are doing around the world but there is kindness everywhere, it's just often quieter.

I was queuing to pay for my lunch in work and a lady was having trouble with her card being declined and a lovely lady came forward and paid it was a beautiful gesture I was really touched.

I was supposed to be going to a local group last night with a neighbour. We're both new to the area and she suggested I might go with her. Unfortunately I had some some very bad news shortly before so when she called I had to apologise and say I couldn't go. She left a bunch of flowers by the back door while I was at work today because I looked so upset. I've only really spoken to her twice. Such a lovely, kind thing to do. I hope I get to know her better.

Many years ago I was on my way to work travelling on the metro. I arrived at my station to discover I had no change in my purse. I was about to pelt home when a burly bloke tapped me on the shoulder and said he'd buy my ticket. He then offered me a £5 so I could get home a gain and get lunch. I had my cashpoint card so was able to refuse the £5.
I saw him again the next day at the station and offered to pay him back but he told me to pay it forward.
And I remember when I was travelling on a train with DS when he was about 3 months old. I was sitting in the area where the seats went down for bikes and buggies. A young lad with Downs Syndrome was escorted onto the train with a suitcase by another adult, settled in his seat and reminded what stop he was getting off at. It was the same stop as me so I made a mental note to check he got off OK.
About 30 minutes away from our stop I noticed the lad looking at me, DS and the pram and then looking at his suitcase. After a while he said something like 'Excuse me but when we get to X this is what we will do. I will put my suitcase off the train and B will take it. Then you will take the baby and I will get the pram and we will all get off safely.'
He'd spent ages working out how he could help me but still keep his suitcase safe. B was the adult meeting him at the other end.
When we arrived at X he was true to his word and organised me off the train, then mother henned me to the lift and over the lines and insisted that he and B walked me to my car.
I do think people are actually intinsically nice, we just need to give each other a chance to be nice. So often we are wary of others, so closed off from our surroundings and I think these stories show us that humans actually like to help.

Another couple I've remembered.

Ages ago, someone I slightly know was pushing her toddler into town along a footpath. Somehow the toddler kicked a shoe off and the mum spent ages trying to find it again. She was in tears because they could hardly afford the first pair and certainly couldn't afford a replacement pair. Along came an elderly lady who asked what the matter was. She then took the mum and toddler back into town to Clarks and paid for a new pair. The mum wasn't aware that the lady knew where she lived, but about 6 weeks later an envelope and £30 was pushed through her door with a note saying "For the next pair of shoes."

Also, DH lost his wallet. He reported it immediately and cancelled his cards, but someone arrived at the door with it, having found his address inside the wallet. She refused to accept any money even though there was quite a lot in there.

This is a fab thread, loving all the stories.

Bluntness your story really touched me to, not often a big place like that gets its perfectly right, very glad they did.
I confess to a sniff or two

All warm n fuzzy now with something in my eye

This made me think about the time we were driving home with our three week old baby and we pulled over to feed him but we got caught in a snow drift it literally just dumped out of the sky DH was desperately trying to move the car but it was skidding every where and I just had a c section so couldn't push, when out of nowhere these lads came and just took over apparently they'd seen us from the local Chinese

I'll never forget that

Bluntness, your story tipped me over the edge.

Timesandtune, fankle is a great word. You're Scottish, yes?

I just remembered something from a long time ago, but it made such an impact on me that I remember it as if it happened yesterday (it was in the 80s). This was in South Africa, at a time when there was still a big divide between black and white (I am white).

I had been to the cinema in town. There were two exits out of the building (which also housed a hotel and restaurant), and both involved a steep flight of stairs to street level. I tripped on the top step and went flying down the stairs, head over arse, and landed at the bottom, hurt, shocked and bleeding. People just walked past, and so many (white) people actually looked at me in disgust. Then this wrinkly old black man rushed up to me, helped me to my feet, dusted me off and made a big fuss over me. He offered to help me get home, and was just so kind that I almost burst into tears. I shall never forget that man.

Here's mine. I was meeting my son in town for tea and to give him a cheque for some freelance work he had done. The cheque had been posted to our house. Anyway it was dark and I got in a fankle with car keys and trying to pay for parking and discovered later that I had dropped the cheque. It was a weeks worth of wages so a large amount.

Anyway a few days later some super kind person posted the cheque back to us. They had gone to the trouble of putting in in a new envelope and putting a stamp on it. Such a kind thing to do.

Gosh, such lovely stories.

I'm a supply teacher and although I love my job, it can be hard being the 'new girl' every day. This week, I've been in a massive school where all of the dept have completely ignored me, all week.
I've been just about keeping it together, and still being smiley and pleasant.
Today I got locked out of the dept area at lunchtime and was wondering what to do. A kind TA stopped me on the corridor and said 'you look lost'. I said that I was a bit. She took me to the main staffroom, made me a cuppa and introduced me to a few other members of staff. They were the first adults I'd properly talked to all week.
It was nice to feel normal. I really appreciated that TA's kindness today.
If you're reading- thank you x

Lovely stories!

I remember once feeling really faint and sick on the tube, i got off and sat on the floor on the platform as there were no benches. A lady came and sat with me , she was a nurse and stayed with me until I felt better, missing several trains (she was about to get on).

Another time when i was young i was getting home from the airport after a delayed flight had very little money, I found a cab at the train station but I knew the journey would probably cost more than i had. The driver took me home anyway and then waited with lights on until i got inside (it was a bit of a walk in the dark from the gate to the building)

I drive to work 3 different ways depending on roadworks and on one route there is a T junction and anyone wanting to join traffic (turning right and crossing one lane of traffic) has to wait a very long time as it's just before a blind bend. If I see people there I always stop and let them all out. Yes it might annoy a driver behind me but it might help someone get to work on time instead of sitting there for an eternity.

I had a sudden and very unexpected death in my family, whilst sitting waiting in the ba lounge airside at Heathrow, waiting to catch a plane for a work trip. My husband called me and told me.

I had to get home obviously and I was crying and trying to hold it together, i had to explain to staff I needed to not get on the plane and get landslide to go home and why.

Getting landslide is not as easy as it sounds at Heathrow. The kindness the staff showed me was above and beyond. They gave me a specific route to follow, and there was staff waiting for me st every check point to Escort me through, inc immigration who said my name as I approached and let me straight through without checking my passport. When I got to luggage the manager was standing waiting for me , said " mrs blunt, I'm so sorry, please go home " he said not to wait and he would get my luggage off the plane and send it to me. I did.

An hour after I got home, which was an hour away, a taxi turned up at my home and delivered my bag to me, the airline had paid for it.

Someone pick pocketed me in Oxford street, January 1996. They had pulled out my Filofax and not my purse so chucked it in the bin. A man fished it out and posted it back to me.

Ive just remembered a lovely thing that happened to me. I dislocated my elbow falling over a kurb. A lovely man and his dog stopped and called me an ambulance as it was bad. He sat me down and his dog sat with me.

I was a mess in the ambulance and when I got to a and e, the hospital porter got me settled and I had some morphine and g and a. He got me a drink, helped me to the loo, took me for my x ray and back. At the time it came to reset my arm (im a bit of a legend for doing it with just g and a) i asked on the off chance he would hold my other hand. I know he probably had so much else to do and i was 20mins of time he probably didnt have but he stayed, he held my hand and he was just the kindest human, after he booked me a taxi and cleaned my mascara tears off. I emailed the hospital the next day to tell them what a wonderful staff member they had (in all of them but especially him). I had a lovely reply from the consultant and I really hope the porters compassion was recognized and he was rewarded in some way. Sometimes when im down. I read the email back just to remind me how utterly wonderful people are. Both the dog walker and the porter.

This thread is feeding my soul
So many lovely people out there

I was once having a cup of tea in m&s cafe with my 3 month old. She was crying, as was I. I was crying because I had not long found out I had cancer and was lost thinking I wouldn't be there to hold my baby soon. A lady came and sat beside me and said 'you might not believe me, but things will get better'. She had no idea the reason for my tears, but she was right. I'll never forget her.

I was walking up the hill in Greenwich Park (steep ish) with DD in her buggy, a couple of years ago. She was grumpy and whinging (as always) and I was in the throes of horrendous PND. At the top of the hill, all sweaty, I realise she's kicked off one of her new shoes. I was so angry, and was ranting at DD, who was crying, and this amazing lady walked over to me, and showed me something (might have been conkers she'd been collecting) and steered me to a bench. I sat and cried on her shoulder, and she talked me down. I will never, ever forget how kind she was to a sweaty, red faced, mess of a woman, who could have done with a stern talking to about taking out her feelings on her child. Her kindness really helped me start to get a grip on my PND.

Many years ago I was a lone parent with a three yr old. We'd been through a hard time and were in a toyshop. She fell in love with a toy we couldn't afford - a Fisher Price clock that ticked and chimed. She was crying bitterly as we walked away, and a woman came up to us and said to her " We've got one of those at home but my kids are too big for it now. Would mummy let me bring it to your house?"

We thanked her, and later that day she brought it round. I asked if her children really didn't mind, and she said "My son said take it mum, to tell you the truth it drives me bloody mad".

We never forgot that family.