Most generous thing you've seen people do

Young chap on the radio a few years back, cant remember the exact details, but he had been chatting to a shopkeeper about how he could no longer go to Australia on his trip of a lifetime as his savings had been stolen/been spent on a sick relative/something along those lines.

A man overheard him talking and followed him outside, wrote him a cheque for thousands on the spot and told him to enjoy it.

Such a good story when I heard it, so good in fact I cannot remember half of it.

I gave an old man 2 euro so he could afford credit to phone somone, he didn't even say thanks.

noxqs wrote: »

The Irish state handing over billions of tax payers money to FF cronies.

I think that's the most generous thing anyone has ever done.

Was wondering how long that would take.

Max Power1 wrote: »

Isnt €5 the minimum credit you can buy?

Maybe he only had €3 so needed the other €2?
:rolleyes:

Last year queuing in spar, shop about to close for the night, women and her daughter standing in front of me trying to to exchange items (coke, chocolate) she claimed she bought earlier in the day from the shop for milk and bread, i could tell it was a money issue and she was quite embarrassed but the cashier (probably rightly) was having none of it and by now she was pretty much begging him, it was heartbreaking, especially with the child. I ask her to step aside and offered quietly to pay for the milk and bread and without saying a word she just nodded her head and burst into tears. I know her face from the area and would have never thought she would be in this type of predicament, i suppose that's the way it is.
It's not much, but i thought that was quite generous........of me:D

A foreign national lady (non EU) with whom i used to work with was very generous when the boss and other workers used to treat her like she was a lesser human being because she was was here on a work visa. She was better educated than all of us but they worked her like a dog and she was paid the least. Her response... Work harder and be even more respectful towards them because she believed that eventually they would see the error of their ways.

That place sure gave me a lesson in human nature.

Several decades ago, when I was still just about a teenager, I found myself in Bradford the weekend before Christmas, having travelled there from points north to catch a 'plane home. The journey had taken way longer than expected and cost way more, it was unbelievably bad weather and I was down to my last 10 pounds.

I had been counting on a train to the airport, but there wasn't one, so I wandered out into the city looking for a bus. Somebody pointed me to a bus, which ended up taking me to Leeds, not the airport. Another query and I was back in Bradford, it was very late, it was sleeting heavily, I was soaked through and very close to broke. I asked at a taxi rank, and they quoted me 30 quid (or something similarly daft) to the airport. I tried to find a tourist office, even a booth in the train station, but they were all closed.

In desperation I walked into a posh hotel, thinking they might know about airport connections. I asked at the desk, and either the girl didn't know, or she didn't like the look of the hairy yob dripping on the carpet.

As I turned to leave, an Irish voice said: "so what part of Dublin are you from?". It was one of those old uniformed doormen guys, who'd overheard my accent. I told him, and he said he was originally from Raheny. I told him my Dad was from Raheny, we talked a bit, and he asked me where I was trying to get to tonight. He confirmed that I was out of luck for buses, but said he'd check with the taxi companies to see if he could get a better price - and ushered me over to an armchair by a fire in the foyer to wait. A few moments later he was back, and told me that a guy the hotel used regularly would take me to the airport for 20 quid. I thanked him, but said I had less than half that. He said he'd try again, and went off. A pot of tea and some biscuits appeared while I waited, my clothes steaming in front of the fire. I said I couldn't afford them, the girl who brought them said not to worry, it was sorted.

I'd finished a miraculous cup and was finally getting warm and wondering what the hell I was going to do next, with my flight only two hours away by now, when the doorman reappeared to tell me there was a taxi for me. I told him there was no way I could afford it, and he said he'd sorted it. I was gobsmacked. I offered him the cash I had, he refused. I asked for his address so I could send him the money when I got home, he refused. He just said "we have to look after each other when we're away from home", and showed me to the cab door. A few hours later I was on my way home for Christmas, instead of sleeping in some wet Bradford doorway as I'd been imagining.

I've never forgotten the shock of that kindness, and ever since I've always made it a point to try to help tourists in trouble, which has meant me getting taken for a fool more than once, but I don't really care. Like the man says.

Goldenegg wrote: »

He probably meant he gave him €2 towards his credit

This.

We live fairly close to the airport. One day I got home from somewhere, and my father for whatever reason had been up in the airport. He had got talking to two Eastern European tourists who had ran out of money, but still had 2 days until there flight home. They had nowhere to go so they were planning on staying in the airport and winging it.

He was having none of it though, so he let them stay with us, 5 minutes away, gave them a room for the nights, food and everything they needed. Dropped them back for their flight then.

My dad isnt exactly an openly emotional guy so it was pretty cool to see.