What’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you?


A forum to which I belong asked that very question today.

And truth be told, I’ve been the recipient of so many kindnesses large and small throughout my life, I’m not sure I can really answer that question. It seems through Providence or serendipity, oh so often exactly what I need has come to me through the kindness of others.

As a small example, when my little netbook died, a reader instantly offered to send me, at no cost, the very laptop on which I’m writing now. Such kindness!  It almost makes me feel bad for pushing that old lady out of my way when she was reaching for the last carton of Rocky Road…

So, I suspect most of you have been similarly blessed by the actions or thoughts of some person, be it family, friend, or stranger. Tell me your story. What is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you?

9 Comments

Filed under Around the web

9 responses to “What’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you?

  1. ultimaratioregis

    My Dad refrained from killing me countless times, on the outside chance that I was not going to be the idiot he was worried he was raising. He did admit eventually that his forbearance paid off.

    Like

  2. Mr. RFH and I had been married about 3 months. His sister was getting married, so we bought plane tickets out of Nashville to NJ because it was cheaper than HSV and we were still ramen noodle poor then. On the drive up to Nashville, my car blew a head gasket. (Funny side note: the check engine light came on, Mr. RFH pulled over, and the first words out of my mouth were, “How fast were you going?”) A trucker stopped to see if we needed help. A trucker driving an empty car-carrier.

    He not only gave us a ride to the next exit, he put the car on the carrier, saving us the cost of a tow truck. The mechanic had already left for the day. We were wondering out loud what to do, and the trucker asked us where we were going. He said he was going to drive right by the airport and would be happy to drop us off. We didn’t make the flight, but we were close enough that they put us on standby for the next flight.

    The man would not take anything, not even a cup of coffee in thanks. He asked us to pray for him, and he told us that one day someone else would need help, and to think of him and help that person. Pay it forward.

    We made it onto the next flight out (only 3 seats were available) and made it to the wedding. I called my friend Bill, and he kindly drove up to Nashville to pick us up. (I hope he got a homecooked meal from his mom while he was there.)

    As for paying it forward, about a month later, Mr. RFH noticed a guy waiting with a pile of groceries outside Kroger. He did his shopping and upon leaving the store, saw that the guy was still waiting. He asked the guy if he needed help, and the answer was yes. Whoever was supposed to pick him up never showed, he was worrying about his groceries spoiling, he didn’t have money for a cab, and it was a long walk. Mr. RFH gave him a ride. The guy tried to pay him in groceries, but Mr. RFH said no, pay it forward. We always felt like our guardian angel helped us and was just checkin’ to make sure we were paying attention.

    Like

  3. scottthebadger

    I want to thank my family, for putting up with me for almost 52 years. It wasn’t easy.

    Like

  4. Bill

    Other than my parents not ending me and my wife marrying me, there’s a couple of things that come to mind. One was my history professor back in college. He had a rule that you had to see him before you did a research paper. And I was struggling for ideas that weren’t, for lack of a better term, lame. He told me I could take some of his left over original material for a book he was writing and I could do my paper on that. I took the papers, even though the only thing he told me about them was “they’ve got something to do with the revolution.” It took a while for me to understand what I was actually reading. Turned out that he was giving me just about all the original source documents from the Boston Massacre. For a history geek like me, that was very nice.

    There’s been other stuff, but that’s the one that popped into my head first.

    Like

    • David Navarre

      Tell me you still have the research paper….

      Like

    • Bill

      Sadly, lost the hard copy in a move and the computer had long since died. It was so weird because the top documents were all sworn statements from soldiers talking about a snowball fight. Took me a while to realize what snowball fight they were talking about.

      Like

  5. KenW

    I work in New Jersey, and at the time was commuting down the Garden State Parkway around Newark. My car had an intermittent problem where it would lose battery power overnight. I’d had it checked out, replaced the battery, was assured the alternator was fine, etc.

    Well, one morning I decided I was going to take it to the garage right by my work. So, I got up about an hour early. Sure enough halfway through the commute, the battery light came on. Long story short is my car stalled out in the right hand lane of the GSP, shortly before route 78, one of the busiest areas of my commute. I probably contributed to a whole bunch of people being late for work that morning while I waited for a tow. But one brave soul in a van drove by me, parked on the shoulder and got out. This guy risked his butt to help me get to the curb (the GSP is about 4 lanes at that point and if it’s not backed up, it’s 70+ MPH). I thanked him and tried to give him some money but he was already in his van and driving away before I could get my wallet out. Whoever you are buddy, Thanks again.

    So, a year later, on a city street on my way to work, I ran across a college kid whose car had stalled out. I pushed him (uphill) into a parking lot. After doing so, I resolved to start working out again (even the slightest grade makes a huge difference, I was out of breath for a long time after that, so sad).

    Like

  6. OCCD

    My son in law gave me a Glock 19 with extra mags , a box of ammo, and a pair of Oakleys.

    Like

  7. Ohio Dan

    40 years ago, when I was a young man in the Marine Corps, I was on the back roads of West Virginia on my way back to base from home. My beat up old Oldsmobile threw a fan belt and I limped in to a gas station at midnight. I was broke except for gas money. I negotiated with the service attendant to replace the hose on credit with my Hamilton watch being left as security till I could return the following week with the $20 for the service. Yes it was a long time ago. While he was repairing it I struck up a conversation with a road salesman. As I went to settle up with the mechanic and was taking off my watch he informed me the salesman had already taken care of it. I went back to the gentleman to thank him for the favor and get his address to repay him. He informed me there was no need and to “pass it along.” I had no checking account and delayed getting him repaid. I carried his address along as I was transferred from location to location. While in Guantanamo I lost his address. I felt terrible for my procrastination. It was, however, a transformative. experience.. I imagine he has passed on to his great reward by now but his gift is still multiplying. I have strived to repay his kindness a thousand fold I am still grateful for his kindness and life lesson.

    Like