AllForIt wrote: » When I dumped my partner.
Asa Early Range wrote: » I feel only others can tell you the kindest thing you've done, as it's relative to the effort and the circumstances of the recipient. You may consider a major charity initiative to be the notable item, while a small kindness that hardly crossed your mind may have had the greatest impact. I honestly don't know. For example my wife and I have put children, not our own, through school and college. Mrs S knits for charity and neo natal units and I do chores and shopping for less able neighbours. But which is kindest? I have no idea and never looked at it that way. Sometimes a friendly greeting, or taking time to talk to somebody in need of company, might have the greatest impact. At other times it might be a significant financial contribution to a needy cause.
Ficheall wrote: » Similar feel-good themed thread, but without the awkward hint of bragging..https://www.boards.ie/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=2056351454
cantdecide wrote: » Nowt wrong with a a little bit of casual bragging
Capt'n Midnight wrote: » Can we include not giving in to the urge to rid humanity of some oxygen theses ?
Asa Early Range wrote: » Perhaps - if I knew what that means.
KERSPLAT! wrote: » Meh, hard to judge what I've done. Probably not nearly enough. Much easier to tell you one of the kindest things done for me. Christmas '16, for whatever reason, I was unable to bring my son to see Santa. It was a similar issue to the year before so it really bothered me though I tried not let on to anyone. Anyway, on the morning of my son's birthday just a few weeks before Christmas I was having a small party for him in the house. A few cousins and other relations invited over for a small get together. Just before people began to arrive I got a phone call and was told to open an envelope I had been given a few days before, I had thought it was a birthday/Christmas present. As I read the letter I could feel my eyes well up. It was a letter from a very special person to tell me that Santa had found out that my son wasn't going to see him and that all little boys should get to see Santa and tell him what they want for Christmas... 10 minutes later there's a knock at the door and there he was, the big man himself. A sack full of selection boxes over his shoulder. Not only did my son get to tell Santa what he wanted for Christmas, he had the man himself visit him at home. I've told that person a thousand times what that meant to me and my family but I don't think they'll ever truly know.
Graces7 wrote: » When I was on the North Sea island< i had a lovely flower garden. .One day when the postman came, an old islander, I picked a big bunch of tulips and asked to drop them off. as we always did, at a neighbours, She rang me later in sheer delight She was expecting guests, had cleaned and polished and was standing there wishing she had bought flowers, when the postman arrived. Clutching the flowers in an embarrassed way! One of those delightful serendipity moments you could never organise
garbo speaks wrote: » When I was in college, my best friend started going out with a girl in our class. She had a bit of a reputation as 'easy' and I didn't want her to take advantage of my friend. So, I concocted an elaborate story about how I saw her kissing some guy in my home town after a night out. They broke up based on my story and I saved my friend getting hurt by her in the long run. I still mention to him to this day how fortunate I was to "see" her that night with the other guy!