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

[Pricklypear12]

Inspired by the nice little thread about nice little things...
What is the nicest thing(s) that anyone has ever done for you?
Big or small, I want to hear it all!

[SimonJT]

I was a sofa surfer at 17, a guy I went home with one night took me to a local charity that worked with lone LGBT people, that led to me getting a room in a shared house, being gifted the deposit by the charity and I was given vouchers for essentials like crockery and a decent food shop.

[showmethegin]

What a lovely thread! I've got two:

I had a lovely roommate a few years ago, I was going through a very rough time and had a birthday. I didn't want to do anything but stay in and they knocked my door and had brought my favourite takeaway to share and had bought me a present which was a plastic bag full of lots of really silly little presents that meant a lot, favourite biscuits, record, book that he'd got from the charity shop (we were both brassic at the time). The thought that had gone into it was so touching I'll never forget it.

The second one was my sister, I was 17 and had broken up with my first boyfriend, she came and got me and took me to hers bought us a bottle of wine and had put her favourite pyjamas on the radiator for me to pop on. 😊

[CadburyFlake]

I was 17 and dumped by my first boyfriend. I wasn't taking it well. No parent support and I was very lost.

I'd missed an A level class at college one day because of the above. I went to see the teacher to apologise later on and she gave up her lunch hour to give me a 1:1 lesson on what I'd missed. She was so kind to me, something I'd never experienced before. She told me I'd move on and meet someone better on my intellectual level once at uni. I did and I will never forget her kindness- I felt looked after, one of the few times in my life.

Another was so simple - had wisdom teeth out in day surgery. After recovery room they wheeled me through to the ward where the health care assistant in her purple dress put her hand on the blanket over my legs and rubbed them in an affectionate manner - like you'd rub someone's back when they are upset. That was so simple and stays with me.

[Prepenultimate]

My brother and his wife gave me £1K. I cried and cried with joy. I was so broke after my DH died.
My DS (17) blow dried my hair for me last week! It was such a treat! Luckily my hair is poker straight and requires no styling: he just dried and brushed it but it was lovely to feel cared for and looked after.

[CadburyFlake]

Oh and the random friend of my aunt and uncle - I was about 13 and went to a gathering at their house. I'd spent time doing my hair etc and this guy told me how pretty I looked. Totally non creepy, I was sat next to my mother and others.

I'd never been told I was pretty or beautiful or had any positive praise. I will never forget that one.

[SedentaryCat]

We had been to Glastonbury festival during one of the wettest and muddiest years (1997, I think) and as was customary for us we were booked into a campsite nearby for the night, so that we could avoid the traffic on the way home.

As you can imagine, we were a sight...soaking wet, muddy and with no clean or dry clothes - nor had we had a shower for a couple of days. The campsite owner was less than impressed and grudgingly let us in.

As we were setting up our (sodden) tent one of the other campers came across with hot soup and bread, asked if there was anything she could do to help, and told us to let her know if we needed more soup. I could have wept...it was the kindest thing that anyone had ever done.

[PrincessHoneysuckle]

One that is recent.Dh heard me getting up in the middle of the night after I'd had an operation and walked in front of me whilst I was going down the stairs in case I fell

[alwayscoffee]

A friend of mine is an artist whose work sells for quite a bit of money. She recently painted a piece which was an absolute favourite of mine. I’ve had a really tough couple of weeks which she was supporting me through. On Wednesday the postman rang my doorbell and gave me the painting which she’d posted to me. I cried for about an hour.

[Wereallsquare]

@Bakedpotatoandgin That is really lovely.

[Stickybeaksid]

The night I came home from hospital after having a baby my friend called me and told me not to cook. She left us a hot roast chicken with roast potatoes and a crusty loaf and a lemon cake on our doorstep. She didn’t come in and rang the door and left it. I was exhausted and never happier to eat a delicious hot meal. I did the same for her in return a few years later.

[Pricklypear12]

Reading these is restoring my faith in humanity

[Bezalelle]

I was on a long haul flight after my DP had died unexpectedly. I was in a bit of a haze of grief, and fell asleep crying. I woke up and the lady next to me - a complete stranger - had taken my hand.

[Puddlelane123]

Sitting in a cafe with a friend a few years ago, I started telling her about my recent miscarriage. The tears silently fell and I couldn’t stop them. As I looked up, a waitress made her way over and with a squeeze of my shoulder gave me a lovely cup of hot chocolate. Such a simple gesture but one which meant the world to me in that moment and I’ve never forgotten it.

[NumbersStation]

i went home after a dreadful relationship. World falling apart, broken, old, homeless. You get the picture. My mam said I was never to old to be her bairn and this was my home.

That Christmas I was feeling super sorry for myself. And woke to find she made me a stocking like I’d had as a child and hung it on my door. Gold chocolate coins, shiny apple, tangerine in tissue paper. A little trinket. Nuts.

And I wept like a fool. It was such a beautiful thoughtful thing to do and it is my favourite Christmas gift ever.

I love my mam. 💕

[NumbersStation]

And when my beloved dog died I broke down in marks and spencer. Properly. It was my last straw as she was my everything. My everything.

As I stood sobbing in a corner, an elderly couple came up. She wiped the tears and runny nose and he held my hand and told me I’d know better days.

Their kindness was a beautiful thing.

[vampirethriller]

I used to be homeless and a street prostitute in London. One night I was beaten up, robbed and left miles from where I needed to be. Two young men found me crying at a bus stop and asked what was wrong. They then bought me coffee and chips and drove me back to where I was meant to be. They played me their favourite cheerful music in the car to make me feel better too.

[stitchwitch85]

Lovely thread!

I have many nice things to recall, but one favourite is when my vicar came round to visit me when I was ill and utterly wiped out with flu and fatigue. We'd been chatting on messenger and I’d mentioned I had a pile of washing up and couldn’t face tackling it, but I really needed to. He asked, then offered, then insisted on coming round to do it for me, and duly turned up at my door 20 mins later with sleeves rolled up. I was hugely embarrassed as the pile of washing up was just about all my crockery but I had been far too ill to manage it! He did the whole lot, insisted I go and lie down, and then when he’d finished stayed for a cup of tea and said some prayers with me, and at the end he gave me a blessing, which wasn’t usual for him when we prayed together informally but was actually really important to me at that time, and he seemed to have picked up on that.

Fast forward a few years and I’m cooking our dinner while he is changing our baby's nappy - we'd been good friends for several years, but things changed that afternoon and he is definitely a keeper!

[Pricklypear12]

@stitchwitch85 what a lovely story!! Made me smile

[Pricklypear12]

@vampirethriller I noticed you said "used to" so I hope things are much better for you now xxx

[AndNoneForGretchenWieners]

DH was always doing kind stuff for me. But if I am thinking outside of his care, then the lovely colleague who sent me an unexpected bottle of gin when DH died, via Amazon Prime. It was so kind and made a huge impression. She said someone did the same to her when her dad died, and she wanted to pay it forward. I have had the chance to pay it forward too - my SiL lost her granddad last week so I sent her a nice bottle of gin.

[ohmyword20]

When i was about 12 and name brands started to become important at secondary school, there was no way i was ever going to be able to get the latest trainers in fashion. We were very poor. My best friend was from a very comfortably off family, and had been bought the latest trainers by her parents. As we were getting changed for PE one day she very casually just put her trainers in front of me and took my no name equivalent and just put them on. I,don't remember a word being said but those trainers were mine from then on. We stayed best friends for the next 8 years then life took us in different directions and We've lost touch but I'll never ever forget that silent moment of pure friendship. I think about it often and how much it meant to me and it still moves me to this day, 30 years later.

[PeterPomegranate]

When I had PND after my second son was born I broke down crying on a neighbour I didn’t know very well. After that she brought round a roast chicken, took me out for coffee regularly, and would take the baby for an hour or so to let me sleep. She’s a good friend now. I try to pay it forward and be kind to others.

[Justloungingaround]

This isn't the nicest thing, but it's something that sticks out.

When ds2 was a baby I was having a real bad time, he was a nightmare baby. I'd nipped out to Sainsbury's for a few things, it was one of those days where I'd struggled to even get out the house, I had the baby in a sling and older child in tow.

I got to the self checkout and realised I'd forgotten something, left my shopping and told the member of staff I'd be back.

When I got back she'd scanned and packed all my shopping for me.

Made my day at the time.

[BabloHoney]

Thank you for this lovely thread!

Mine is a small thing. Was in a coffee shop when my first born was only a few weeks old. He wasn’t a good sleeper, and I was completely exhausted. An elderly gentleman came over to my table and put 20p in my hand, and said “he’s a beautiful baby, cross his palm with silver for luck”. It made my day. I’ve still got the coin, my son is nearly 6 now.

[maddiemookins16mum]

After my mum died my ex colleague texted me every single day for at least six months. Just little texts ‘are you watching Masterchef?’ or a cute cat photo. It was her way of looking out for me. It really helped.