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!

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

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

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.

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.

This has turned into such a lovely thread and I've read every post

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

When ds was around 2 and still in a pushchair I was leaving the drs when one of the wheels came loose and broke off.An elderly man asked where I lived and it turned out we both lived on the same street.He insisted I took the pushchair to his house and him and his two sons somehow fixed it for me,I was so grateful.

I found out my ex boyfriend had cheated on me two weeks after we had just moved into our first home together so I broke up with him. I'd been trying my best to keep it together and keep myself busy and the first night that I was sleeping alone in the flat (my sister had been staying for a few days) I got home from shopping and completely broke down. Full sitting on the floor wailing type breakdown.

I texted a friend to say how awful I was feeling just to get it off my chest and she called me 25 minutes later to say she'd packed her bag and was coming to stay. It was 8 o'clock at night and she lives 2 hours away and had to get two busses to get to me. She came in with a bunch of flowers, gave me a big cuddle and went straight into the kitchen and started tidying up/ washing all the dishes I'd let pile up. Then she got into my bed with me and ordered us a takeaway.

I just felt so loved and looked after and it was the start of me feeling better.

A relatively new work colleague encouraged, supported and coaxed me into taking on a new role and has helped me see myself as just Slipper, and not Slipper the mum and Slipper the wife. I feel so grateful to have such a lovely person in my life. I can't see what she would have gained from being so nice, just one of those amazing people you come across if you're lucky.

A twitter acquaintance sent me a cake when I was really struggling with my firstborn. I’ve paid It forward since but it was one of the kindest things ever, when I wasn’t experiencing a lot of other kindness.

I was taken into hospital last year for bowel surgery and was a bit scared. My friend works ridiculously long hours but she drove an 80-min round trip on the evening of my surgery to bring me a present - a beautiful decorated box containing a colouring book, pencils and a jar with lots of hand-written quotes, sayings and silly jokes to cheer me up... and it did!

Super hormonal, newborn Dd and toddler Ds. Messaging my best friend saying I felt a bit down. She turned up at my door with flowers, chocolates, gave me a big hug whilst I cried and then did my washing up whilst I just cuddled my babies. I'll never forget that.

@Pricklypear12 he did indeed, to begin with he wasn't a fan of ds, and we had a rough start to parenthood because I had PND and he really doesn't like babies. But he did everything he could to support me and look after ds, even though he admits he had moments of "what the fuck have we done, I need out" and only the fact he loves me kept him here. (it all sounds very sad reading that back, I promise you were in a good place and very happy)
DS is 7 months now and he adores him, literally dotes on him. Has said if I had earnt more we would have done split mat leave.
He also has said we'll have another in a few years if I want to

I'm loving reading these replies too.

I've got another one, when I split up with my first serious boyfriend (just before Valentine's Day) I threw his valentines day present at him (a solid chocolate car) and told him to get out of my house.
I then started crying because I wanted chocolate and there wasn't any in the house, my dad went to the shop at 10pm and bought me a giant dairy milk bar.

Once during my pregnancy I was feeling rather hormonal and moody. I was in bed listing off foods I was craving and foods I had an aversion to to DH. I then fell asleep and woke up to DH with bags full of the things I'd been craving. It turned out he'd been making note of what I was saying on his phone and then went to the supermarket to get them.

@OhWellThatsJustGreat Aw that's lovely to hear that he came round!

My dear friend Covered my splitting up costs
(Legal , moving etc )

In fact many many kind acts since I split up from Many , but that took My breath away

I was living in a different European country, only grasping the language, my partner of 3 years had just broken up with me soon after I moved there.

I struggled with moving to my own place.
I had made only one friend, who helped me move.

In this particular country, kettles aren't a big deal. Not many people have them.
I was crying and distraught from dealing with recent events.
This friend asked me what makes make me feel better, I said a cup of tea but I have nothing to make one. No stove set up yet.
Friend went to a shop and bought a really expensive kettle and then to another 3 shops searching for English breakfast tea.

He's been my partner for 5 years now

Left a volunteer position on a farm in South America to rescue some stray puppies who were in danger of being tortured to death by an evil Peace Corps worker who'd already done it to the last lot. He put them in his backpack, left the farm family some money, got on a bus to the nearest city and found a vet/shelter that had a nursing bitch who could feed them. He said he did it because he knew he'd never be able to look me in the eye again if he didn't.

I reported childhood sexual abuse to the police (after keeping quiet for 40 years). A friend of mine took time off work and came to the police station whilst I did my video statement. During the investigation she was there every step of the way and was always checking in on me.

It turned out my abuser had admitted the offences to another police force 10 years previous, but they had failed to pass this information onto my local police, so I put a complaint in.

The same friend, again, gave up her own time and came with me when I had my meeting with the police regarding my complaint. She gave up her weekend and got on a plane and stayed the weekend and was with me through the meeting.

I can't ever thank her enough for her support over the last 2 years. She is incredible.

Told me I didn't have to smile and out on a brave face if I didn't feel like it. Weirdly, it had the effect of making me feel better because I was under less strain.

I'm suffering with a bad back at the moment. Went into town the other day and my 7 year old DS insisted on carrying the shopping bags for me even though I was fine to carry them and he was struggling but wouldn't let me take them back.