To ask what's the loveliest thing someone has done for you?

[Antsinpants]

To end a shitty week with a warm fuzzy thread. Mine is when dd1 was a few weeks old and I was totally knackered, struggling to bf and using formula, my lovely SIL - who had also just had a baby - washed and sterilised all my bottles so I didn't have to. Such a small thing, but it meant everything to me at the time and she's still easily my favourite person in the world. Share the love!

When DS2 died the hospital neonatal sent flowers which touched me.

The headstone place my mam went too provided the blue stones that went on the front of the grave for free.

Elsa that's a lovely story. Pleased your circumstances have improved

I have a few when flying with a nearly 1 year old to america the last flight and the whole entire time he screamed and cried i tried playing i tried singing i tried feeding him i tried everything humanly possiable he just wanted to scream.

The plane was packed the last hour of the flight i had tears streaming down me whilst trying to hold it together. When we was about to get if i had 5 random strangers come up to me ( thouse who had been sitting next ti me behind and in front ) and hug me and told me i was a brillant mum and babys cried so not to worry about other people tutting. Which just made me cry harder

With both my boys iv had this happen once on a bus my 3 year old misbehaving and not listening i did the magic 124 tecnuiqe. Whe i got off a lady ran after me and said i had to tell you that how you handled that was lovely and how she used to use it on how no 24 year old son.
Which was lovely and made me feel like i was getting something right.

Same with my other ds when he was 2 i had a stranger complment me on how i handled a complete melt down in gregs when i took him out side to calm down then renetred with a calm 2 year old.

Definitely when I was dying sick in bed, 9.30am ish in the morning, boyfriend gave me a text asking what I was upto...

a few minute's later, I heard someone coming in my front door (we don't live together) he was coming up the stairs with a large bunch of flowers to take care of me.

Or.. when I had my art exam and needed a big (BIG) bag of clay, I kissed him goodbye and he left to get his bus. then I returned to the art shop to get the clay, he asked me where I was, I told him I was in the store, 5 mins later I say "Oh sorry" to someone I bumped into accidentally from behind in the shop, and it was him after getting off his bus to come carry the huge bag of clay the whole way up to my bus stop then go get his again

After a bad car accident my husband took 6 weeks off work, looked after our 10 week old baby, our 7 year old, did all the housework, cooking, shopping, cared for me whilst I had 2 operations, played nurse, did so much without hesitation or complaints. Held our family together completely while I was off my face on strong painkillers. Will be eternally grateful.

DS1 managed to escape when he was about 3 - when I realised I was running up the road towards the main road nearby (busy junction etc....) A guy who was moving into a house on our road came up and found me when I'd just found DS (about a third of a mile away) and was breathless, crying and trying to summon the energy to walk home and gave us a lift back home. Small gesture from a stranger, but meant a lot at a time when I was having a mini crisis.

My Dad died recently and we had the funeral a week ago. My husband and I separated a few months ago and it didn't feel right to have him there.

My best friend, who had visited Dad with me several times to exchange stories of their respective time in the police, came with me to the funeral, dressed in formal uniform. He was a strong support to me the whole day, quietly making tea, pouring wine, talking to Dad's oldest friends, and then returning in the evening with our two other friends to chat/drink wine/reminisce.

They all, but my best friend especially, made a difficult day just a bit easier to bear, and I will be forever grateful for that.

I was really poorly at 4am and heading back to the hospital ward I'd been discharged from a few hours earlier. In lots of pain. DH had to stay home with the kids so I got a taxi. I had £10 to pay but it only cost £5.50 and the taxi driver offered to stop to get some change but I said I needed to get to hosp asap and would just give him the £10. He didn't accept any money. It was a dreadful time and he really was very kind. What was really nice was, several months later, he drove me again and remembered me, so i was able to give him the money I owed.

I collapsed with chest pains while I was on a work trip in America. I was taken by ambulance to ER and admitted for two nights. I was completely alone and had nothing with me. I spent the two days in the clothes I'd arrived in. I was in a twin berth room with an 18 year old who had nearly died of a rare kidney condition. I heard her mum and aunt talk about how they were going to afford all the treatment she would need. They spoke about havjng to sell their house. (I couldn't help hearing this!) Anyway, the hospital was awful. Hardly any nurses and very little food. Most people either had family bring food in or they went to the restaurant.

I was hooked up to machines so couldn't do anything. Her aunt realised this and brought me back a cup of tea and an ice cream from the restaurant. I felt so lonely and a millions miles from home. I cried at that little bit of kindness. She carried on bringing me bits and bobs, and would never take any money from me.

Fatpanda, thats so lovely.
What a lovely family.

When I had my daughter I was distraught, because my Mum had been diagnosed with terminal cancer the month before, and my then DH was being less than supportive. My milk didn't come in, I couldn't feed, and DD cried all the time. I sobbed for a month, too. It was a real low point of my life.

A newish friend popped over 'to see the baby' and handed me a present. I thought it was something for DD - but he said 'sod the baby, it's you doing all the hard work. This is for YOU'. It was a HUGE bottle of Issie Miyake perfume! I sobbed a bit more and felt cherished. I looked like I'd been run over by a bus for a few weeks after, but I always smelt fabulous.

I always buy new mums something for themselves now, to pass on the love.

We were staying in a holiday village this summer with shared facilities, like washing machines and tumble driers. I put our washing in the drier and left it going. Many, many hours later I returned to find a note. Some kind person had waited for me to claim my clothes, taken them out to dry their clothes when I didn't come, then decided mine were still a bit damp, and paid for mine to go in the drier again. What they didn't know was that I had suddenly had to drive my 7 month daughter to hospital to be treated for croup. Didn't collect my washing until 11pm, and it was so nice to find the note and all the dry washing! It could so easily have been a complaint!

Age 15 in a vintage shop in central London with my mum, I tried on this sparkly 60s empire line dress - think Courtney love crossed with Stevie Nicks. There was a gorgeous woman in the dressing room with her boyfriend trying on a dress, she looked absolutely fabulous and I asked her if she was a model, to which she just laughed and said no.

Anyway, I begged my mum to let me buy the dress, I said it could be my birthday present, hell, my Christmas and birthday present combined just please please I had to have the dress! She said no, it was expensive and when would I ever wear it anyway?!

Walked back up the stairs to leave the shop, a member of staff caught us before we lefr and said the couple who had been in the changing room with me had left the money at the till to pay for the dress I'd so wanted!

Me and mum were just stunned and so overwhelmed.

"I've always trusted in the kindness of strangers!" - Blanche Du Bois

My friend drove 3 hours to give me a hug. We were texting about a shirty time I was having at work and I ended the conversation with something like 'just really need a hug'. I finished work and drove home to find her sitting outside my house to give me a hug.

Getting home from holiday to find my friend (who'd been checking on house whilst I was away) had put bacon eggs bread and fresh milk in my fridge and had not only made my bed (I'd left it stripped and the duvet set over the banister to dry) but had IRONED my bedding (something I never do). Having a bacon butty and brew and getting into that bed was the best

Bloody hell FatPanda what a wonderful man and family. Good for you x

isltme don't consider a career in nursing. A patient once vomited on my head as I was dressing her leg wound.

pugsake just hugs and

I really have a terrible fear of sickness and being sick. My husband and our 3 under 3 came down with the bug last week, my husband told me to stay away and he camped the 4 of them in one bedroom and dealt with the vomit of 3 toddlers whilst being sick himself, I'm tearful thinking of it.

He's the most selfless amazing man in the world, and I feel like the most selfish wife but I truly think he's a hero for the way he handled things, and didn't even complain.!

Well there was the time DH dashed out at 3am to try and get hold of some dioralyte and immodium as I'd suddenly gone down with a very nasty bug and had passed out on the bathroom floor. Alas it was Sunday and everywhere was shut, but I did appreciate the effort!
All the people who helped out in big and little ways after I had an EMCS with my second child and we were both ill with infections. All the food, childcare for my eldest so Dh could visit the hospital and more.
In particular, who ever it was on the special care ward who put a little bag of chocolates and a card on my sons incubator with his little footprints in. It was mothers day and that made it a lot less shit!
DS2 is fine now.
The anonymous person at my church who on hearing we'd just had a huge repair bill on our car gave us some cash that covered a big chunk of the cost. I have still no idea who, but it made a massive difference that month. Also DH's boss letting him have full use of a company car whilst ours was out of action. We'd have had to cancel ds1's birthday party otherwise.

What lovely stories here.

Mine is nothing major but it meant a huge deal to me - I fell asleep on the national express and woke up at the end of line in the small hours of the morning far from home. I got off the bus upset and confused and two women overhead me ask the driver where I was, they took me to their home, fed me, and helped me call a taxi.

I'll never forget DP always always travelling up from his base to see me every time he had time off when we were first dating. Sometimes he only got 2 hours with me before having to go back but he never once complained.

DS2 never ever makes us drinks, it just doesn't occur to him. I was having a really shit day the other week and DS2 brought me a lovely cup of tea and a biscuit. Yep, that made me have a nice tingly feeling.

When my cat Barnaby was killed on a nearby road my neighbour Rose came with me to get him. I buried him in the garden and then went out. When I came back home Rose had placed a rose on his grave.

When Barnaby's brother Troy died from hypertrophic cardiomyopathy in May she gave me a bouquet of flowers. I buried him next to his brother and the next day another flower and a black and white cat planter (they were both black and white cats) from Rose were placed on their graves.

I was in hospital for a week after having DD1. She wouldn't latch on and they wouldn't let me leave until she was feeding well. The senior midwives were quite unhelpful (just give her a bottle), but two of the younger ones were amazing and so patient with me and her. They would laugh and chat and as I grew less anxious everything became much easier.

I was eventually discharged when both those midwives were off duty. A couple of days later they rang me at home to say how sorry they were not to say goodbye and that they missed our chats. I was so happy to get the chance to talk to them and thank them for all their support and so touched that despite their hectic work load I had mattered enough for them to ring me.

My best friend was murdered in 1991. I was living in NYC and the funeral was out on Long Island, so I had to ask a friend to feed my cats for a few days. My birthday happened to be during this time, which I of course ignored. When I came home, I found Happy Birthday balloons, a wonderful casserole with all of my favorite things in it (she called a mutual friend for confirmation), a little present and a bottle of wine. I broke down, sobbing, clutching my cats and soaking their fur. It was one of the lowest points of my life, and my cat-sitting friend did such lovely things to help boost my spirits.

Trying to get my screaming daughter across london so I could get to work & get her to my MIL- I ended up having a full blown crying session on the DLR platform & a lady came up to me and spoke to me. Honestly she was amazing. Made me feel so much better