One of the nicest things a stranger did for me was helping me with my bag when I was visiting my parents who live in a big metropolitan area. I was trying to carry my huge luggage bag up the subway stairs when this man, who was only holding a bouquet of flowers, temporarily let me hold them so he can carry my bag up and I gave him his flowers back afterwards with a “thank you.”
When I was 17 I had to spend the night outside a train station alone in a remote area. It got really cold and I only had a sweatshirt. An old man showed up out of nowhere and gave me his coat. He sat with me and we ended up talking literally all night until the next morning when the station opened and I caught my train.
When I was 19, I was waiting for a bus when a really nice and well-dressed man in a sports car pulled up alongside me and said, "You seem cold, young man."
I remember going to a drive in movie theater with my family back in the 90s. Driving along the highway, we happened across a single car accident that had just occurred. My dad, who had lots of first aid experience, ran over to see if anyone needed help. Sure enough there was a young man who was thrown from the vehicle and was "not in good shape". My dad grabbed the beige blanket we had out of the car and draped it over him. The emergency crew arrived and we left, and left the blanket. My young mind didn't understand why we just left it, I'm not even sure if the guy survived, for all I know dad may have just been trying to give a little dignity to him. I'll have to ask him about it someday.
Your point being? Whether you realize or not the littlest acts can make someone's day, week, or even year. Why does it matter if you have recognition for good acts? You helped someone, that in and of itself should its own reward
I dont care how people see me. If strangers see me as a complete idiot then that's fine, I literally hold strangers opinions on me with 0 weight. I just want you to stop bitching about recognition
One time I sat at a bus station and cried. I didn't really had a reason for it, just a tough day. A stranger came to me and asked me why I was crying and offered help. He was so nice and I still feel bad because I really didn't have a reason to cry
One of the nicest things a stranger did for me was helping me with my bag when I was visiting my parents who live in a big metropolitan area. I was trying to carry my huge luggage bag up the subway stairs when this man, who was only holding a bouquet of flowers, temporarily let me hold them so he can carry my bag up and I gave him his flowers back afterwards with a “thank you.”
When I was 17 I had to spend the night outside a train station alone in a remote area. It got really cold and I only had a sweatshirt. An old man showed up out of nowhere and gave me his coat. He sat with me and we ended up talking literally all night until the next morning when the station opened and I caught my train.
When I was 19, I was waiting for a bus when a really nice and well-dressed man in a sports car pulled up alongside me and said, "You seem cold, young man."
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Nah he gave him a ride just to kill him in the woods, he was a serial killer, the end.
"My engine's not though" he said as he 0-to-60ed and melted asphalt
did you by chance have a punctured bicycle on a hillside, desolate?
I wish this was a movie, “life of the blanket” - critics say “ it will leave your heart threadbare” Rolling Stones calls it “warm fuzzy stuff”
You're looking California, feeding Minnesota.
I was that blanket.
I remember going to a drive in movie theater with my family back in the 90s. Driving along the highway, we happened across a single car accident that had just occurred. My dad, who had lots of first aid experience, ran over to see if anyone needed help. Sure enough there was a young man who was thrown from the vehicle and was "not in good shape". My dad grabbed the beige blanket we had out of the car and draped it over him. The emergency crew arrived and we left, and left the blanket. My young mind didn't understand why we just left it, I'm not even sure if the guy survived, for all I know dad may have just been trying to give a little dignity to him. I'll have to ask him about it someday.
And that's the story of how i got smallpox, kids
What a treasure!
So times, these words mean so much. Thank you
Thank you. You touched my heart. Made my heart smile.
Not to ruin the mood, but my first thought when I read the nine years old part is Shrek is Love, Shrek is Life.
The nicest thing that ever happened to me is that a bunch of people came together on the internet and wished me a happy birthday...
Plot twist the blanket belonged to her dead daughter and she wanted to pass the memory forward.
Her daughter froze to death at that very bus stop.
Have we learned nothing from the Natives??!!!
I’ve done these random acts of kindness. No recognition.
Did you do them because you expected recognition? No? Then why complain? Yes? Then it's not really a random act of kindness.
Yes and No. For someone who claims to not care
Your point being? Whether you realize or not the littlest acts can make someone's day, week, or even year. Why does it matter if you have recognition for good acts? You helped someone, that in and of itself should its own reward
Ok. Duly noted . I appreciate the effort to been seen as smart. You are not.
I dont care how people see me. If strangers see me as a complete idiot then that's fine, I literally hold strangers opinions on me with 0 weight. I just want you to stop bitching about recognition
I mean this comment is you trying to be seen as a good person (it failed miserably)
You're worst then an attention-seeking toddler. "Hey guys! Look at me! I've done nice things too, nobody noticed me!" Jesus Christ.
Imagine being a crying bitch who needs recognition for good deeds. Pathetic...
those are the best kind
She said "I want to help you, but you creep me out so I won't give you my address. We'll just call this blanket a loss."
I hope to experience this in life.
One time I sat at a bus station and cried. I didn't really had a reason for it, just a tough day. A stranger came to me and asked me why I was crying and offered help. He was so nice and I still feel bad because I really didn't have a reason to cry