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A long lost friend came to stay. He looked after two of my special needs kids for a day while I took my youngest daughter shopping. He gave me the money and looked after the kids exactly as I would. My oldest has lots of issues, one being asd, and she's extremely fussy about her food. He did everything perfectly.
I am a solo Mum and it was the first time I had been able to go out and leave my oldest at home. I had never been shopping with my youngest daughter, never spent one on one time with her. We even went to a cafe and had triple chocolate muffins for lunch.

When I had my stillborn baby, this stranger from the maternity ward held me as i sobbed and screamed uncontrollably as they took my baby to be dressed in the handmade bonnet and dress i had knitted for her. In a time where i felt like there was no one on earth or in the universe who could possibly understand my pain, she held me and stroked my head. She helped me begin the journey of healing a wound i never imagined could be healed. I never knew her name, but i wish i could thank her for getting me through the hardest experience I have ever encountered

My beautiful wife giving me 3 beautiful kids that resulted to 5 beautiful grandkids. What more can a man ask for?

My MIL doesn't like me much, which includes that I never did anything right, talking bad about me to FIL and husband (and the neighborhood), and other typical MIL stuff. After years of me being polite, my husband finally told her, that he married a woman, who doesn't deserve her attitude and anger, that I'm his wife and deserve to be treated like a queen, and if she can't do so, she should decide whether she wants her son in her life including his queen, or without both.
My MIL still doesn't like me, but now she's the one who's polite for years now.
I married a keeper!

I was on a trip in Turkey and, due to a problem with my country's banks, I was out of money. The group, in which most of the people were Turkish, was in the restaurant eating, while I was walking in the neighborhood wondering how I could find something to eat.
When I returned to the restaurant, the girl sitting next to me took my plate. I guessed that, since I was not going to eat, the waiters were gathering the tableware. Then, I observed everyone from the table taking a spoonful from their plate and putting it in mine. It was not just one person sharing their meal with me, but the whole company contributing so that me and my roommate, who also could not afford the food, could eat from a good variety of meals.
After I ate and they were still asking me if I would like to try from this or that meal as well, I only asked for one favor: a picture of them to remember them.

I was on a bus years feeling so sad and unlovable, when I noticed a woman staring at me. I thought, oh here we go...however, to my surprise, she came over to apologize for staring. She told me she couldn't stop because I was so beautiful! That woman changed not only my day and mood, but my life. Now, when I see someone who may appear as I did the day I met her, I tell them they are beautiful..they always smiled from ear to ear and I always mean what I say, never for the sake of saying it!

I had a friend who was not very nice nor respectful when we were first hanging out. But when I got sick, he drove across town to bring me all the medicine I needed. I think people show love in different ways.

When my great-grandmother died, we were driving to the cemetery in the funeral procession along a divided highway. On the other side of the very wide median, a big-rig truck driver pulled his truck over, got out of the cab, and stood respectfully by his truck with his hat over his heart as we passed. I know he was on the clock, where every delay meant money lost for him, but still he stopped and showed respect to a person he would never know. And no one in my family has ever forgotten him.

I had the transmission go out in my car and two friends of mine went to the shop and paid for it to be repaired. They did this without telling me. Best friends ever.

My dad went out to get curtain rails. Came back with the Xbox one I had been begging him to get.

I was in the pediatric recovery room at the children's hospital with my infant son. His first cleft repair surgery was over. After he had woken up, my husband left to pick up our daughter and take her home for the night. I had never felt so alone and so fragile. Even though it was ultimately to improve his quality of life, handing our healthy, happy baby boy over to the surgeon, knowing he was going to be hurt and in pain when I got him back nearly broke me. As we settled in for the night, a nurse came around with a pile of hand-crocheted blankets someone had donated. We got a blue and white striped one. The person who made it will never know me or my son. They will never hear how their simple act of generosity saved from the crushing loneliness and guilt I felt that night. And they invested their time and materials anyway. I will never know anything about the maker of my son's blanket. They may have been a bored senior citizen, someone incarcerated or detoxing looking for a better way. They could have been young or old, Black or white, citizen or immigrant, gay or straight. What they were makes no difference to me. It was the simple act of compassion that will be a source of hope for me the rest of my life.

My son is now 10 years old. He's been through 11 surgeries so far and will need at least 2 more before he's done growing. His twin sister, my husband, and I have been by his side for every single one. Even though he's been through so much, including medical PTSD, he is the happiest child I know. The blanket is still in his closet and he knows the story behind it. Here in America right now, there is so much fear and division. But it's little things like this that remind us of hope and goodness across all divisions. Hang on, everyone. There is good in the world. I don't know you, but I see your pain and I love you. So, please, hang on.

Not a random act of kindness, but surely the one that saved me :

Twenty years ago, when my first husband suddenly and unexpectedly died, my parents and my little sis were there with me, every step of the way, making sure I was not breaking down completely. And twelve years later, when my second attempt on marriage ended in a very dirty, messy, rough divorce, they were there again, together with the very few friends I had at that time. Supporting me mentally, physically, financially, keeping me from hitting rock bottom completely.

I always keep those times in mind when others need me, because if they hadn't done the things for me that they did, I would never be where I am today. And I would certainly not be able to pay it forward the way I am able to do.

First and only time mountain biking. Hit a tree root and flew over the handles biking downhill. Landed on my stomach which took the wind out of me. I thought I was dying because I couldn't breath. I was told that I sounded like a wounded animal once I was able to get a breathe. Another biker picked me and the bike up and put me to the side of the trail telling me my friends were right behind me. I couldn't catch his name but I will never forget his bright blue eyes.

Years ago, I was having a rotten day. The kind of day where its hard to even stand up straight. Add in, it was a rainy day. Just made it even more bleh. I was just... sad. I was walking down the sidewalk to get lunch and I don't know what I looked like, but a well dressed gentleman heading toward me stopped, pointed behind me, and said "excuse me, I think you dropped something." I looked behind me, confused. Looked back at him and he says, "Your smile. I think you lost it." It took a second, but I actually smiled. He walked on like he'd done nothing. But, honestly that small little moment out of his day turned my whole attitude around. I still think of that from time to time and smile. Not a huge thing, but definitely one of the Top 5 Nicest Things anyone has ever done for me.

My life has been blessed so many times with the kindness of others: friends, teachers, strangers, even former bosses. My mother used to work 70 hours a week to support us when I was a kid. I would say that ranks pretty high. But I would really like to emphasize what her brother, my uncle, did for me. While I was in grad school I got really sick with a complex of debilitating issues: chronic migraines, fibromyalgia, and chronic fatigue syndrome. It made finishing my dissertation on Comparative Religion (ancient Sanskrit and Hebrew texts) very difficult, because I was also supporting myself by teaching classes at the time. It was exhausting. So my uncle gave me complete financial support for an entire year. This enabled me to focus solely on my writing and research, finish my dissertation, and finally earn my PhD after 14 years! I never could have done it without his help.

My first husband was fine for the first few years and then he became more and more abusive every day. This was back in the 70s so there wasn't much help for a young woman with 2 small children. I finally took my kids and ran one day while he was at work. It took me a couple of months, but I finally got him out of the house and we moved back in. I had a no contact order but he would do everything he could to skirt the very edge of the law and harrass me . I would call the police but none of them cared. Then one night I called because he was at it again. An officer showed up and he listened to everything I said. Finally he said nobody should have to live this way. He asked for my ex's address, which I gave him. He said that he was going to pay him a visit and that as far as this call, he had never been here. And he left.
I don't know what happened, but my ex left me alone after that, except in court of course. He never said anything and I never had to call the cops again. To this day I bless that sheriff's officer and I have no doubt he saved my life.

It was many years ago, but I will never forget the kindness people showed me. Our house caught fire, and all 4 of us escaped safely. My husband literally pulled our youngest boy (3 years old) off of his burning bed. We lost everything.
At the time, I was working at an outlet shop that sold (overstock) women's clothing at a discount. When my employer found out what had happened, they gave me a gift certificate to get new clothing from the shop. I ended up getting a complete new wardrobe. I was so grateful. Other people helped the rest of my family get new clothing. People can be so kind.

A famous veternarian told me that she appreciated the exquisite care I gave my horses. I've never forgotten her saying that.

There's been a few, but the one that sticks out the most is after my divorce my ex stole my car. Police wouldn't do anything about it because we were married even though I explained over and over that I owned that car previous to the marriage. My male friend completely platonic used his tax money to buy me a used car off a lot and I would make payments to him. (along with the other car because I was still making payments on that as well.) I worked a lot of OT and always made sure to pay him first because he never had to do this for me. As the world saw fit as soon as I paid it off it took a crap on me. He then offered to co sign on a brand new car off the lot. Now mind you I had NEVER had a brand new car. I mean brand new, 12 miles on it. I couldn't believe it. I again worked my ass off to pay on that car every month I never missed a payment, was never late nothing because I NEVER wanted this to fall back on the kindest human being I had ever met. 3 years later I traded it in for another brand new off the lot car and guess what? No co signer needed. If it weren't for him I don't think I would've ever made it. He and his fiance are two of my closest friends and he said he'd do it all over again and again if I needed it. Funny thing is, I tried to pay it forward to a friend I had had for even longer than him and she screwed me over. I had to finish paying off HER car because she couldn't understand normal thinking. .... if you catch my drift. Her and I are no longer friends. It's sad when you can't understand when someone is trying to help you and give you that little edge you need to get ahead and you completely take advantage. Funniest part? She was there when my friend co signed for me and knew how important it was for me to pay that every month so he wouldn't have ruined credit or be held accountable. Apparently my moral fibers did not rub off on her. But I believe in God and Karma sooo I feel bad when it catches up to her.

My friend in California postponed her wedding to come and visit me in Philadelphia. I felt pretty bad about the whole thing, but then she said that she could do the cooking and cleaning since I had kids and needed a break. It made me feel guilty, but I needed a break.