Thank you, kind stranger

Was heading in to do my shopping, met an older lady bringing her trolley back and went to hand her the two euro for the trolley, she told me to keep it, I asked her if she was sure and she said she was after which I thanked her. It might not seem like much but I was really down on my luck at the time and that extra two euro meant I could buy myself a nice treat in the shopping. It really brightened my day.

When I was travelling to Spain for a year's placement I sat beside a girl from Granada on the flight, we got talking and she soon realized that I hadn't got a clue what I was doing.

I was for arriving in Granada @ 23.30 and was then going to start looking for an hostel, all this with about 30kgs worth of luggage and about €300 in my pocket.

To cut a long story short, when we arrived in Granada she asked her family to take me into town to find a hostel, but her family did one better, they took me to their home and allowed me to stay with them and fed me until I had sorted an apartment out for myself!

I still can't quite believe it myself and will be eternally grateful to them for the kindness they showed me when I was in the mire!

my dad and i found a young girl in a very distressed & drunken state crying in my dad's front garden. after a few minutes getting her to calm down she told us she was lost (not from town) and that her boyfriend worked in a pub in town we got her boyfriend's phone number and called it and then i drove her into town to that pub where her boyfriend worked. he turned up to meet her... didnt look too happy with the state she was in but at least he could look after her then.

RoboRat wrote: »

What does piss me off is the amount of ignorant arseholes out there, my mother was getting onto a train recently with her grandkids and she slipped and fell trying to get a buggy onto the train and NONE of the men bothered to get up and help her. It doesn't take much to help sometimes and its always appreciated.

I know! In Cork once I saw a homeless man sprawled out on the footpath, people were walking past him with their heads turned like they couldn't even see him, I shook him til he woke up, honestly didn't know if he was dead or what, looked like he'd gotten a box to the face as well. I had to laugh though coz I was shouting at him "Hey, are you ok? Are you alright?" and after he came to and managed to focus his eyes he went "Hi. Yeah. How are you doing yourself?"

I went off and got him some soup from a shop, poor man got pure emotional, started digging out religious medals from his pockets and trying to give them to me and saying he'd say prayers for me, always said hi to me any time I saw him again. The fcukers walking past though, I'm a fairly scrawny girl and it was a real effort to get him standing up and then sitting down in a doorway, loads of lads walking past as I was doing it and not a one of them stopped to help :mad: there but for the grace of god like. I know you'd expect that sort of thing in London or other big cities but I didn't think it'd happen here.

Back in the dark ages I had a pregnancy scare when the condom me and my boyfriend used split and my boyfriend kinda pressured me into going to get the morning after pill. He started making comments about taking the boat to England and that being the end of things; that kind of stuff.

I was 17 or 18, and this was about 20 years ago.

The next morning was a Sunday and I had no idea what to do but I eventually went over to a large Dublin maternity hospital to see what I could do. The fella didn't come with me, so I was frightened and on my own.

I went in to see the dr and she gave me the morning after pill. She warned me that it wasn't 100% and that if I was pregnant I would end up with a deformed child.

She was very dismissive and heartless to me, I suppose that she's entitled to that opinion personally; it felt bad to get it professionally.

Anyway I was distraught and I was in a public area bawling. And this very kind woman, husband and daughter who were visiting asked me if I was okay and when I blurted it all out she gave me a big hug, said I wasn't an evil person, and gave me a cup of tea. They sat with me and reassured me. Particularly that I was still "a good girl" and it was okay.

There was loads of crap going on in my life at that stage and I couldn't tell anybody about it, and the one person who did know couldn't understand why it was a big deal for me.

That family were so nice and helped me more than they possibly know.

I think about them, I wonder if they remember me. Because sometimes you don't know how you're small gesture can mean the world to somebody else.

I always try and help a person if I can.

vicwatson wrote: »

I have 50 bloody euro to give away in RAK but no one has given me advice on how to do it. Help !

Send it on to this guy http://www.boards.ie/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=2057076045

You might have seen these before, but if not, a youtuber called VitalyzdTV took a homeless man from the streets and made his day. Twice.

My mum was out walking one evening when a really, really old lady stopped her when mum was walking passed her doorstep. The old lady was very distraught, and asked my mum if she had a match to light the fire. Mum walked across the road and borrowed a lighter from a pub. She went back to the lady's house, told her to sit down, put her feet up and she would get a fire going for her. The old lady was all alone, the house was very badly cared for and she had a little dog for company. She was so grateful towards my mother.

Anyway, I was really taken with the whole story, so the next time I was passing the lady's house, I went to the shop and bought a big box of matches and knocked on her door. She answered and I could hardly get a word in with the god bless yous.

About 3 weeks later, I had figured the matches were running out. She didn't answer her door. I filled a big brown envelope with three boxes of matches, a packet of biscuits and a card and popped them in the letterbox.

I hope to god that she didn't fall and break her neck trying to pick the envelope up!

My wife's youngest sister died a few years ago at 38 yrs after a long time in hospital.

After a few day's off work , my wife returned to work in no fit state to interact with the public or her work colleagues.
Her boss , whom she never really spoke too , met her at the door of the area she works , gave her a hug , paid her and said " take a week off " and not another a word .

emo72 wrote: »

There are loads of people always looking out for people in need, always willing to lend a hand. Selfless. You know that warm glow when you help out somebody. We all gotta get back to that.

yeah but problem with society these days most people seem to be in a hurry or keeps to themselves and dont help out when they want to but fear the law suit culture if things go wrong.

i blame those ambulance chasers that call themselves solicitors