Jafa39 From , joined Dec 1969, posts, RR: Posted (8 years 4 days 12 hours ago) and read 1770 times:
About 300 years ago, when I was 19 and seriously, seriously broke, an old guy gave me some work fixing up an old boat he was never going to use again due to failing sight, just so he could give me some money.
I never forgot him and repaid his kindness one day by dragging his daughter out of a party where she had OD'd on home-made opium and delivering her to his door unmolested.
Who will you remember for ever for the kind thing they did for you?
BCAL From United Kingdom, joined Jun 2004, 3384 posts, RR: 17
Reply 2, posted (8 years 4 days 11 hours ago) and read 1760 times:
About ten years ago, there had been a fire in the flat next to me and my flat, along with most of my possessions, was badly damaged and I had to find somewhere else to live. Although I was adequately insured, there were many items that were irreplaceable and I felt very sad and lost.
As I lived alone, I was clearing up some of the mess in the fire-damaged flat by myself and trying to see what could perhaps be saved, when I broke down. At this stage, the front door bell rang (it still worked after the fire). I answered the door, expecting either some loss adjuster or other person investigating the fire, when I saw many of my friends or acquaintances who had specially taken the day off work to come and help me.
Their help at this time and their offers of support - many offering to put me up for free until I could return to live in my own flat - was probably the nicest thing that anyone had done for me.
MOL on SRB's latest attack at BA: "It's like a little Chihuahua barking at a dying Labrador. Nobody cares."
Kiwiandrew From New Zealand, joined Jun 2005, 8480 posts, RR: 14
Reply 4, posted (8 years 4 days 11 hours ago) and read 1751 times:
my partner surprised me a few years ago - he had been working in Bosnia for 14 months and at the end of his contract he was going to do a bit of travelling around Europe for a few weeks before coming home ( taking in quite a few places that he had always wanted to go to ) .. then he changed his mind without telling me , went into the LH office in SJJ and persuaded them to do an illegal re-route on his rtw ticket to get him back to New Zealand on the morning of my birthday ... it was one of the nicest and most romantic things he has ever done
Moderation in all things ... including moderation ;-)
Raffik From United Kingdom, joined Feb 2006, 1703 posts, RR: 4
Reply 5, posted (8 years 4 days 10 hours ago) and read 1734 times:
When I was 19 I had a £700 phone bill that I couldn't pay and a guy I had been chatting to off Gaydar(.co.uk) sent me £1000 to help me out Three years later, we are still together and have just bought our first house together!
YOWza From Canada, joined Jul 2005, 4839 posts, RR: 16
Reply 7, posted (8 years 4 days 9 hours ago) and read 1713 times:
During university I aced all my coursework and midterm exams in a certain Math course and went into the final with a 48/50. So basically all I had to do was show up write my name/student# on the paper and some chicken scratch would get me part marks and I would pass. BUT this course required each student to also pass the final. I showed up 2.5 hours late to the 3 hour final exam and this hardass proctor would not let me write the paper. He said it was rules blah blah blah. The Prof saw this happening and told the proctor to shut up and give me a paper. I'm pretty sure I didn't pass the final in that 1/2 hour yet I wound up with an A- in the course. Cheers SD
SmithAir747 From Canada, joined Jan 2004, 1618 posts, RR: 30
Reply 8, posted (8 years 4 days 8 hours ago) and read 1702 times:
The nicest thing anyone could do for you, if your biological parents didn't want you (and you spent a few years in foster care with a serious medical problem), is for a very special set of parents to adopt you and love you as one of their own.
That is my case.
When I was born with craniofacial anomalies, my biological parents gave me up immediately for foster care/adoption. So I spent my first 3 years in the Indiana state foster care/adoption system. I was cared for by an elderly foster mother in inner-city Indianapolis (who devoted herself to caring for unwanted, sickly babies in her tiny bungalow), who took care of my tracheostomy care and my NG tube feedings and worked with Riley Hospital for Children in caring for me. (Long after I was finally adopted, I continued to visit her quite often until her death in 1991 at a very ripe old age).
In 1978, when I was 3, two very special parents adopted me into their already large adoptive family of 8 at the time (since then, I have lived in Fort Wayne, IN, until I moved to London 2 years ago). Mom and Dad fell in love with me at first sight. My first memory of Mom is seeing her in an Indianapolis office building. With tracheostomy tubes and feeding tubes I came into the burgeoning Smith family home and was given my new (current) name, after St. Francis of Assisi. My parents had devoted themselves to adopting and caring for children with medical and other problems whom nobody else wanted.
Just like the TV show, "The Waltons", we grew up together in a very loving Christian home. Mom and Dad went with me to 2 different children's hospitals (in 2 states--IN and MO) for my 20-30 facial reconstructive surgeries well into my young adulthood, and fought with me for social acceptance and a decent education (both tough battles to fight, when you have facial disfigurement). I was also finally able to get proper intensive speech therapy and help for my bone-conductive hearing loss with special hearing aids. My parents also taught me a lot about life, especially to have a strong faith in God through my adversities.
With their help (and God's help, as well as help from close friends throughout life), I am finally able to start living out my ambitious goals and dreams, which are to enter medicine and specialise in craniofacial anomalies research (that's why I'm at King's College London in England now for my 2nd year).
That, I think, is the BEST thing anyone could have ever done for me.
I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made... (Psalm 139:14)
I have to thank namely two people, Kaz and Lee they have been fantastic while i was laid up in hospital, and also during my ongoing recovery period. Kaz if you read this, please accept my appologies, She knows what for.
Also thanks to every single person who replied to the numerous threads that went on into my condition.
Quoting Jafa39 (Thread starter): where she had OD'd on home-made opium and delivering her to his door unmolested.
Very kind from you.
My parents did many nice things for me, it would probably take several hours when I would list them here.
As for A.netters:
DL021 once sent me two 12 packs of Mountain Dew Code Red by UPS Express. Of course I will invite him for a dinner and a few beers when we meet again.
Last year has the Rhaat aka Runway23 organized two press passes for B747-437B and myself so that we could enter the Paris Air Show for free, fellow member Teahan was so kind and walked accross the whole fair ground to deliver these passes to us. In the end I had two passes because Johan organized one as well.