The nicest thing someone's ever done for me
In amongst all the tales of bitterness and poo, we occasionally get fluffy stories that bring a small tear to our internet-jaded eyes.
In celebration of this, what is the nicest thing someone's done for you? Whether you thoroughly deserved it or it came out of the blue, tell us of heartwarming, selfless acts by others.
Failing that, what nice things have you done for other people, whether they liked it or not?
( , Thu 2 Oct 2008, 16:14)
In amongst all the tales of bitterness and poo, we occasionally get fluffy stories that bring a small tear to our internet-jaded eyes.
In celebration of this, what is the nicest thing someone's done for you? Whether you thoroughly deserved it or it came out of the blue, tell us of heartwarming, selfless acts by others.
Failing that, what nice things have you done for other people, whether they liked it or not?
( , Thu 2 Oct 2008, 16:14)
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bearpookie's hitchhiking question reminded me of this...
I live in a rural area, so actually we see a fair few hitchhikers cos all the towns are miles from each other. However our little corner of the South West is stoner-mecca and most of the hitchers are pissed, shambling wierdos and generally the kind of people that you wouldn't want to sit in a confined space with. I had just passed my driving test (at 18 years old) and my mum had been telling me that I should never, under any circumstances pick up hitchers, could be dangerous, blah blah and I agreed.
However one rainy afternoon Mum was driving between the villages and saw a lone figure, a girl in baggy jeans and a hoody and a rucksack, trudging along, head down, with her thumb out. Before she knew what she was doing, Mum had stopped the car. The girl apparently took a few moments to realise that the car pulling up had actually stopped for her, and when they found out Mum was going to within half a mile of where the girl needed to be (a good 5 miles away) she gladly accepted a lift. Turns out the girl was at college and had just had a run of bad luck that day, culminating in missing several buses and having no means to call anyone for a lift. She had steeled herself to walk home, and was only half-heartedly gesturing for a lift, because she really didn't imagine anyone would stop. The rest of the journey was small talk about families, the weather, the usual British things. They didnt exchange numbers or money, it was just a random, one-off act of kindness on my mum's part.
Mum has never picked anyone up before or since, and says she can't remember making a concious decision to stop, just remembers pulling up. She thinks that it was because this girl was around the same age as me and my sister, and had obviously not prepared herself clothes-wise for the walk. Mum just had a gut maternal instinct that she would want someone to show that kindness if either of HER daughters found themselves having to walk 5 miles in the pouring rain.
( , Fri 3 Oct 2008, 13:56, Reply)
I live in a rural area, so actually we see a fair few hitchhikers cos all the towns are miles from each other. However our little corner of the South West is stoner-mecca and most of the hitchers are pissed, shambling wierdos and generally the kind of people that you wouldn't want to sit in a confined space with. I had just passed my driving test (at 18 years old) and my mum had been telling me that I should never, under any circumstances pick up hitchers, could be dangerous, blah blah and I agreed.
However one rainy afternoon Mum was driving between the villages and saw a lone figure, a girl in baggy jeans and a hoody and a rucksack, trudging along, head down, with her thumb out. Before she knew what she was doing, Mum had stopped the car. The girl apparently took a few moments to realise that the car pulling up had actually stopped for her, and when they found out Mum was going to within half a mile of where the girl needed to be (a good 5 miles away) she gladly accepted a lift. Turns out the girl was at college and had just had a run of bad luck that day, culminating in missing several buses and having no means to call anyone for a lift. She had steeled herself to walk home, and was only half-heartedly gesturing for a lift, because she really didn't imagine anyone would stop. The rest of the journey was small talk about families, the weather, the usual British things. They didnt exchange numbers or money, it was just a random, one-off act of kindness on my mum's part.
Mum has never picked anyone up before or since, and says she can't remember making a concious decision to stop, just remembers pulling up. She thinks that it was because this girl was around the same age as me and my sister, and had obviously not prepared herself clothes-wise for the walk. Mum just had a gut maternal instinct that she would want someone to show that kindness if either of HER daughters found themselves having to walk 5 miles in the pouring rain.
( , Fri 3 Oct 2008, 13:56, Reply)
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