The nicest thing someone's ever done for me
In amongst all the tales of bitterness and poo, we occasionally get fluffy stories that bring a small tear to our internet-jaded eyes.
In celebration of this, what is the nicest thing someone's done for you? Whether you thoroughly deserved it or it came out of the blue, tell us of heartwarming, selfless acts by others.
Failing that, what nice things have you done for other people, whether they liked it or not?
( , Thu 2 Oct 2008, 16:14)
In amongst all the tales of bitterness and poo, we occasionally get fluffy stories that bring a small tear to our internet-jaded eyes.
In celebration of this, what is the nicest thing someone's done for you? Whether you thoroughly deserved it or it came out of the blue, tell us of heartwarming, selfless acts by others.
Failing that, what nice things have you done for other people, whether they liked it or not?
( , Thu 2 Oct 2008, 16:14)
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Mysterious samaritan
After my fiance left me four years ago I went through a stage of getting horribly drunk, both in public and in private. On one occasion I flounced out of the pub and staggered off down the road in my stockinged feet, boots in one hand. To get to my flat you had to walk through town and then down a dark unlit country road leading to the wilds of Shropshire. I blacked out for a bit, and when I came to I was being given a piggyback down the unlit road by a complete stranger, who carried me all the way to the door of my flat and left me slumped in the doorway. I must have managed to tell him where I lived.
I was so lucky, he could have robbed, raped and dismemebered me and thrown the giblets in the river Severn. So thanks, unknown, unseen and unthanked stranger. You were a true star!
( , Thu 2 Oct 2008, 21:18, Reply)
After my fiance left me four years ago I went through a stage of getting horribly drunk, both in public and in private. On one occasion I flounced out of the pub and staggered off down the road in my stockinged feet, boots in one hand. To get to my flat you had to walk through town and then down a dark unlit country road leading to the wilds of Shropshire. I blacked out for a bit, and when I came to I was being given a piggyback down the unlit road by a complete stranger, who carried me all the way to the door of my flat and left me slumped in the doorway. I must have managed to tell him where I lived.
I was so lucky, he could have robbed, raped and dismemebered me and thrown the giblets in the river Severn. So thanks, unknown, unseen and unthanked stranger. You were a true star!
( , Thu 2 Oct 2008, 21:18, Reply)
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