To ask what's the nicest thing anyone has done for you?

So moved to tears by this thread.

I'm very very fortunate to have a few:

The friend who was early stages of pregnancy herself and with an older dc with special needs when I was having my 2nd mc insisted my then dh bring her to hospital to see me. I hadn't known her long and I was so touched and said to her I'd have understood in the circumstances (she'd previously mc herself) if she'd felt unable to come. She told me not to be so daft and she visited every day and even managed to make me smile at times.

The man in London who seeing I was dealing with a very large broken suitcase (wheels had literally come off) while I was moving having been thrown out of previous place and I was at end of my tether went out of his way to help me on and off the tube twice until could get a taxi to my final destination. I was young and foolish and initially wary as he had a purple Mohican and many piercings and tattoos which at first made me feel intimidated.

A friend from uni (who I barely knew at that point) when I had my breakdown and was literally going out of my mind with anxiety one night, had no support network locally at that point who drove over, and just sat with me. A simple thing but so so kind, just sat with me talking, distracting me. They literally saved my life that night as I fear what I would have done without that support.

My best friend who'd a few months earlier moved away for work, my ex was playing silly buggers. We were living opposite ends of the country at that point and my ex in a 3rd location. He was threatening not to return dd after a contact visit, it was a bank holiday weekend so I couldn't get hold of my lawyer, and I was scared. Ex wasn't even letting me talk to dd on phone. Bff showed up at his (a 6 hour drive from her place) without even telling me, took my hand and said "come on let's go get dd" I think if I'd not had another adult with me ex would have tried to keep dd.

I am and always will be so very grateful for those kindnesses and hope that what I've done for others is also remembered fondly and I hope in the future to be able to do more kindnesses for others because my mh is once again very bad and I'm feeling pretty useless at the moment.

It's lovely to be able to help people and I miss that.

There's so many but one that really sticks out..

The day after my mum died I got to the supermarket as soon as it opened because I couldn't bare to be in the house.
I got to the pharmacy counter for my prescription and burst into floods and floods of tears - the lady behind the counter got me a glass of water, sat me down in the consultation room and hugged me so tightly and listened to me sob. She got DD some chocolate and everything.
I will never forget that ladies kindness.

I nearly bled to death from a stomach ulcer just before Christmas. I knew I was about to shuffle of this mortal plaine if I didn't get help. My husband was at work and I couldn't get hold of him and I was at home off sick. I was worried about my son being alone at nursery if my husband didn't know to pick him up. I rang my mum and dad and asked them to collect him. They drove 40 miles to pick him up then my dad did a stealth mission like something an tailgated someone into our work building, wandered unoticed for about ten minutes and pulled my husband out of a meeting. He met me at the hospital just as I lost another load of blood. I felt so calm and collected as everyone else panicked. I just knew that my son was okay. My mum and dadand husband are my heros.

When I broke my ankle and couldn't walk for months. My mum and MIL took it in turns to come round and look after me and my toddler. DH is self employed and couldn't take that much time off work.

Supermarket checkout queue. DD1 feeling unwell, DD2 throwing an almighty toddler tantrum. Elderly lady came over to me and "I've got 4 children and my youngest was like yours. She's 21 now and she's turned out the best of them all". So very kind. My DD2 has turned out very well too!

A few years ago, life had started to come unravelled for various reasons. I was knackered (DS2 was about 12 months old and DS1 was 4), work was stressful and I'd just picked up challenging DS1 and got a laundry list of complaints from preschool. My mum was visiting and we went out for lunch. I just broke down, had no clue what to do about DS1s behaviour etc etc a lovely lady and her mum at the next table came over and complimented me on how lovely and well behaved my kids were, how I was obviously doing a fab job and then just rubbed my shoulder. If you were that lady, you'll never know just how much that meant and how it became a new start.

My grandmother died last Tuesday - she brought me up and while I knew it was coming - I was distraught. My five year old saw me crying, while wiping my tears away she said - ‘mummy, don’t cry, it’ll all be better soon I promise.’ - she had. I idea why I was crying but right there and then, I knew she would be a good person when she grows up. I will never ever forget that moment.

She adored him Numbers. She always told him how special he was and how much she loved him. We really miss her.

You grew her a grandchild dear @ACupOfTeaSolvesEverything

The gift went both ways and I will bet she was so very proud of you and thrilled to be your son’s grandma

@SedentaryCat I was at Glastonbury in 97. Ye gods.

My mum picked me up with bin bags over the car seats and made me stand in the back garden in my underwear and hosed me off before she would let me in the house. She was great, my mum

This was a long while ago - 2002. I had moved to Los Angeles for graduate school from the UK and after the first few months I'd become brave (foolish) enough driving around to buy my own car, a very beaten up Honda hatchback with a zillion miles on it.

One afternoon, driving back from my college I got lost which was still a common occurrence at that point but I ended up in a pretty scary neighbourhood (gangs) and my car decided to breakdown. Of course. This was back when cell phones were expensive and I had no money for that kind of extravangance, I also had no money for a repair service so I sat in my car trying not to cry, wondering how scared I should be given the neighbourhood.

Suddenly there was a tap on my car window and an oldish, heavily tattoed, skinny, scruffy man asked if I was okay and did I need help with my car. Logically I knew I should say no thanks and hope he would go away so I could figure out what to do myself - except I had no fucking clue what to actually do. So I said yes thank you, got out my car and the man popped the hood and got to work on the engine. Hearing my accent he talked about his time in the US army based in Germany so we chatted about the autobahn! He kept working on it for nearly two hours, under a hot sun and got my car working again.

This somewhat scary looking man (who 100% had seen jail time based on his self-made body art) took two hours out of his life helping me even though I had no money to pay him, he was a total gentleman. He also gave me directions to get back to where I needed to go and warned me that 'this wasn't a good neighbourhood Miss, so try not to get lost here next time!'

It was a very strange experience and even though I was deeply grateful to this man he was the most intimidating person I'd ever met in my sheltered 22 years of life. The kindness of strangers is a remarkable thing.

We had been struggling to have a baby for years and our last failed IVF had beaten us. We gave up and tried to move on but we were heartbroken. A few months later my lovely mum rang up and told me she had been taking on extra work and had saved up enough for us to go to an amazing clinic for one last try. I cried down the phone at her, I cried when she held my hand and we saw his heartbeat on the scan later that year and I still cry when I think about how she changed our lives. Our son is now 8 and my wonderful mum died last year. Not a day goes by where I’m not grateful for her gift to us.

Suffering from new shoes blisters as I commuted on the Northern line, blood pouring down both heels, I could hardly walk and ready to burst into tears.

A lady stopped and handed me two Compeed blister patches. My guardian angel

I was mugged in Rio de Janeiro when I was on holiday on my own 5 years ago, and injured my knee when I fell.

What could have been a horrible experience was turned around by some wonderful people. Firstly (and mostly) the fabulous lady who drove me to the police station, translated for me, and drove me back to my guesthouse. Then the guesthouse owner who cleaned my knee and paid for a private tour a couple of days later so I could have pictures to replace those on the stolen phone. Then the guesthouse manager who bought me chocolate to cheer me up. Then an artist at the Selaron steps who saw I was struggling with my knee and fetched me a chair and a glass of water. The tour guide who translated for me in the chemist and took me to meet her friends; the policeman who stopped traffic so I could limp across the road; and the countless people who pushed me to the front of queues, got me on Subways first, and countless small acts of kindness.

Children not him seen!

Was visiting Belfast with my. Him seen, the sister of my then BF (not their dad) lived there. I had never met her. She asked if she could take us out for the day and picked us up at the hotel.

I had mentioned very briefly in passing on FB that my grandfather grew up in Downpatrick, which I had never seen, and she had remembered. She drove us to the town, showed us round, took me to the church he had attended as a boy, then with a little detective work we tracked down the house where he had lived. It was such an emotional visit and so wonderful. He had passed away 12 years before and I had lived with him as his carer in his final years. He meant the world to me and for her to remember and take me on that amazing journey was just beyond kindness.

Also she bought us all lunch and an ice cream. What a doll.

Oh my goodness @Hulahoop2012 what amazing people they were. I think I have something in my eye...

Having a pretty shit time just now and got upset at work. Deputy manager put a gift bag on my passenger seat of my car containing a box of tissues, chocolate, a candle and a card saying it was ok not to be ok. Lovely person!

a few years ago we were given 2 very large three seater settees that recline fully on each seat

they were worth 2 and half thousand each(i know because we took them to the shop to put in the order)

they were bought by a elderly couple that lived a few doors away and with in a few weeks of received them they both died (we think the man died of heartbreak 3 weeks later)

because we were helping them out,errands,shopping trips etc as we live on a 80 degree hill(not exaggerating either) and they couldn't walk up it from the bus so we used to run them around the son gave them to us for nothing .

i have infertility because of no periods due to severe PCOS(39 and never seen one ever)

i do have 2 kids but the 2nd was 4 years of fertility tablets,i was 1 month from starting ivf before i found out i was pregnant

any way a family member offered to give my some eggs if ivf went ahead

My DS (now 21) had lots of hip surgeries. The second surgeon he had was this incredible woman who was so kind to us both. She honestly really cared. Every operation, I would take him into anaesthetic room & leave when he was knocked out. Every single time I was in pieces - it's like seeing someone pass away.

Walking back with the nurse, we passed the surgeon. She turned round, walked back to me & just hugged me. I was sobbing & she whispered "I will look after him".

I'm crying typing this. I'm a single mum & never had any support at hospital - the kindness shown by doctors, nurses, play specialists kept me going. 🙏🏼💕

Incredible thread

I live in Ireland and my Parents live in England, my dad had been diagnosed with terminal cancer, we thought he had a couple of weeks.

I went over to England with my 6 week old baby to visit not expecting my dad to deteriorate so quickly, on a weekend we had to call an ambulance and a response car came, the paramedic told us dad was in the last few hours of life. Mum was not in a good way and it was just me, her and the baby.
We had to wait for a Dr to bring Medication for dad. The Paramedic stayed with us until the dr came. He put my baby in the sling and paced the hallway so I could be with my dad. The dr came and basically took
over she swaddled my baby in a way I was never able to recreate and he slept for 5 hours.

After dad had passed away I found a note in the kitchen from the paramedic saying “your dad would be proud” and under that a note from the dr saying “during the dark days put one foot in front of the other and keep walking”

The kindness of these two people still takes my breath away, they did exactly what we needed without being asked. Sometimes it is the kindness of strangers.

Some years ago I was in a real grip of depression and anxiety. A good friend who lived in Canada invited me to stay with him and his wife while I worked things through, and even offered to pay for my flights if I didn’t have the funds right then. I stayed with them for a couple of weeks (though was able to pay for my own travel) but will always be so grateful to them for such kindness just when I needed it most.

@CouscousEvaporator

Like lots of other lovely mums, my mam is losing her memory. But to my dying day I will take that gift from her to me in my heart. And when times get harder down the road, I will always know my mam loved me.

So many heartwarming stories here.