What’s the nicest thing a stranger ever did for you...

I was trying to get to a business with about 10 mins to get there before they closed, i was after driving 2 hours to get there. I asked a guy driving past. he explained how to get there but he knew i was going to find it hard to get there so he said follow me, so I drove after him. very sound of the guy to help a stranger like that. I think its a sign of really good person to help a stranger like that and expect nothing in return. A dub as well, they get a lot of stick but its true the proper dubs are some of the soundest people you could meet.

I was 16 on crutches and got on a crowded bus in middle abbey street. A pregnant lady offered me her seat. I refused of course.

When I in my 20’s I was riding motorbikes.
My wallet must of fell out somehow.
I didn’t Know where I lost it or wether it was when I was on the bike or what.
About a month or 2 later it shows up in the post.
Driving ,birth certificate , license , bank cards and money, notes and coins , they were covered in water stains and a bit of mud, so the person must of got out the car and proceeded to pick it up gather it all up and went through the trouble of posting it to me.

Tell me how wrote: »

And just last week, when I got to the window at a Dunkin Donuts drive through, the person in front had paid for my order.

Lots of good people out there, but we remember unsavoury events and people much more than the good ones.

You are probably tiktok famous now. Seems to be a trend at the moment that you pay for the persons food behind you and film their reaction on your phone and post it to tiktok. Still a nice thing but not totally selfless on their part.

DopeTech wrote: »

You are probably tiktok famous now. Seems to be a trend at the moment that you pay for the persons food behind you and film their reaction on your phone and post it to tiktok. Still a nice thing but not totally selfless on their part.

Probably also looking to see if you return the favour for the next person and will vilify you if you don’t.

Many years ago I was In a motor bike crash where a car pulled out in front of me. A passer by called an ambulance and waited with me, talking and reassuring till it came. It looked bad as the bike was smashed to pieces and there as blood coming under helmet etc(got lucky with just a few broken bones). I think the driver of the car was too shocked to offer any assistance. The following day she called to the hospital to see how I was, but left no name so was never able to thank her in person.

Dial Hard wrote: »

Was in Sunderland for Niall Quinn's testimonial years back. My sister and I went to a really nice restaurant down at the seafront the night before, were there for a good few hours, plenty of wine and cocktails had. When we asked for the bill we were told it had been "taken care of". A few of the Sunderland players who had been in there when we arrived told the manager they'd look after it.

They never even interacted with us and were long gone by the time we had finished so it was done with absolutely no expectations of reciprocity of any kind. Just a nice gesture.

reminds me of this story. one of the things that stood out to me when reading the book.

https://www.mirror.co.uk/sport/football/news/michael-owen-shares-heartwarming-kieron-19191959

I missed my bus to Seattle airport and the bus driver that was going a different route took me as far as he could and then called me a taxi. He also waited with me for the taxi.
He was a Russian who won a green card 😊

I was going to a funeral in Carlow and could not find the church, so I stopped and asked the first person I found walking. The lady started to explain directions, then said, it's too complicated, let me in the car and I'll get you there. I said how will you get back and she replied she was going out for a walk anyway.

Another time me and a mate were driving somewhere and I did a U turn, going into the grass verge to make the turn and got bogged down. Out of nowhere, about 10 big lads appeared and practically lifted the car up and got us on our way again. Before we even had a chance to say thanks they all piled into a coach and were gone. Must have been a rugby team or something.

Last one, one day I got a call from my mother's mobile, it was some guy on the other end. Turned out she lost it in town and he went through the contacts list until he got through to someone. He was a DCC bin man so I met him in the depo and gave him a tenner.

I met this girl in a pub in town. Complete stranger to me, never met her before in my life and we haven’t crossed paths since.

She brought me back to her apartment and sucked me off in the kitchen.

CathalDublin wrote: »

Then you woke up

Yep. At home.

In bed by 11 home by 12.

The Tetrarch wrote: »

In Mozambique in the late 1970s I was an auditor for a big four accountancy firm.
We were auditing sugar refineries and sugar estates (100 square miles of sugar cane).
My job one day was to visit a small outlying branch.
The day started with a flight on a 7 seater aircraft a couple of hundred miles to a grass landing strip. The terminal was an unoccupied one room hut.
The aircraft landed, dropped off a few passengers, and immediately took off.
I had no idea where the town was, or how far.
Seeing I was alone a man who had arrived to meet a passenger gave me a lift to my destination.
I had no Portuguese, the sugar company employee at the branch had no English.
The man who had picked me up stayed for hours, translating for me and for the sugar company employee.

I'm laughing at this because the companies strategy was probably to have you try to complete an audit with no language communication, if you managed to even get to the site, and Mr goody two shoes just had to step in and help out leading you to uncover the great sugar cane ponzi scandal of the 1970's which enraged several medical professionals who had invested millions in it leading them to get their revenge on the industry through convincing people it was to blame it for obesity and an increase in diabetes.

(I may have let my imagination run away with itself)

Me and my family had to go to London on the bus/ferry for a funeral in the mid 80's.
Dad was hanging for a pint so the minute we got off the bus in Victoria station it was straight into the nearest pub.
He got chatting to an Irish guy from cork who was heading back home and he gave him 2 free tickets to a Queen gig that he couldn't use in Knebworth Park.It was the last time they played together as Freddie had just been diagnosed with AIDS.
Anyway.....we went to the funeral and him and my Mam got our relatives to look after us while they lived it up at the best gig ever.Never forget the smile on their faces coming back the next day.

Ploughing championship circa 2005

On the way out I dropped my goldfish bag on the ground, it burst open and I watched in horror as he flopped around dying. Some random woman scooped him up and shoved him into the same bag as my brothers fish, which was really nice and extended that poor guy's lifespan by approximately a week.

Good times.

After a night out in Galway I left my car key on top of the taxi when I got back to my friend's house and didn't realise until the taxi had gone. I walked a couple of km back towards the city centre keeping an eye out along the road but couldn't find it.

I actually posted a thread about it on the Galway forum on here and remarkably, the guy who found it was a boardsie and I got private messages from both himself and a friend saying to give him a buzz.

It arrived down to Kerry in the post a few days later. Replacing that thing would have cost me a couple of hundred euro at least. I flicked him on a few quid for his trouble but he didn't even want it. Legend.

Many years fado, fado, mid 70's it was Christmas and my Mam had gone to do the food shopping for Christmas. Children should not be left alone, but we were, they all were then.

It was a Saturday morning, we were watching Willie Wonka and there was a knock at the door. I looked out and spotted a white van. Despite being told not to open the door, we did. The man asked for our Mam, but we said she was not in. He said he would leave us some gifts. There was lots if food, toys and two huge beautiful yellow teddy bears with blue velvet bows (two children in the house). When my Mam came back, she was upset.

Years later I found out she had written to Father Brian Darcy in Sunday World as a last resort because we were so poor and would not get any presents or could afford food 0that Christmas and they, through the generosity of their readers donations and corporate donations had sent the gifts through their helping hand charity.

Its probably close to 45 years ago now; but I can still see the yellow Teddy Bear with the blue velvet bow.

Never under estimate how a kind deed impacts on someone.