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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Scary, but nice...
Any Australian will understand the magnitude of my good fortune in this, but for those living elsewhere, understand this: Adelaide, in South Australia, is the serial killer and sex crime capitol of the country. About a dozen unexplained deaths of young kids are still open cases and we're talking weird shit here, kids cut up and stuffed in suitcases, parts sewn back with blue wool etc etc. Dozens more kids, usually boys, have been drugged and raped etc etc. It's so endemic that when the series Dexter launched down here, they made a joke promo about him flying to Adelaide for a holiday...
Anyhoo, on to the story.
When the temperature rises over 100C in Adelaide, they let the kids out of school early.
So one day when I'm about 7 years old I'm sitting at my desk as a primary school when suddenly the bell goes off. It's too hot to work, go home!
We all file out, parents arrive to collect their kids and everyone heads off to either the beach, a pool or at the very least an icecream in the shade.
Except me.
Everyone else disappears one by one until I'm alone, standing there burning up, no mum in sight and crying.
And a car pulls up.
"Has your mum forgotten you little boy?" asks the stranger leaning out the window.
"Yes."
"And nobody's coming to get you?"
"No"
"Would you like a lift home then?
"Yes."
And so I, ignoring every bit of advice I'd ever been given, get in the car.
And the stranger drives me home.
Even better, when we get there, Mum's in the pool sipping a glass of wine with her friends as this completely random punter walks down the side path with me, gives her a disgusted shake of the head, then walks off.
I wish I knew who it was so I could thank them for a) not cutting me up into little bits and b) giving me more than three decades of ammunition for torturing my mum. Whenever anything goes wrong I just remind her of that day and she IMMEDIATELY backs down.
( , Fri 3 Oct 2008, 2:40, 5 replies)
Any Australian will understand the magnitude of my good fortune in this, but for those living elsewhere, understand this: Adelaide, in South Australia, is the serial killer and sex crime capitol of the country. About a dozen unexplained deaths of young kids are still open cases and we're talking weird shit here, kids cut up and stuffed in suitcases, parts sewn back with blue wool etc etc. Dozens more kids, usually boys, have been drugged and raped etc etc. It's so endemic that when the series Dexter launched down here, they made a joke promo about him flying to Adelaide for a holiday...
Anyhoo, on to the story.
When the temperature rises over 100C in Adelaide, they let the kids out of school early.
So one day when I'm about 7 years old I'm sitting at my desk as a primary school when suddenly the bell goes off. It's too hot to work, go home!
We all file out, parents arrive to collect their kids and everyone heads off to either the beach, a pool or at the very least an icecream in the shade.
Except me.
Everyone else disappears one by one until I'm alone, standing there burning up, no mum in sight and crying.
And a car pulls up.
"Has your mum forgotten you little boy?" asks the stranger leaning out the window.
"Yes."
"And nobody's coming to get you?"
"No"
"Would you like a lift home then?
"Yes."
And so I, ignoring every bit of advice I'd ever been given, get in the car.
And the stranger drives me home.
Even better, when we get there, Mum's in the pool sipping a glass of wine with her friends as this completely random punter walks down the side path with me, gives her a disgusted shake of the head, then walks off.
I wish I knew who it was so I could thank them for a) not cutting me up into little bits and b) giving me more than three decades of ammunition for torturing my mum. Whenever anything goes wrong I just remind her of that day and she IMMEDIATELY backs down.
( , Fri 3 Oct 2008, 2:40, 5 replies)
Adelaide woo...
Considering the amount of serial killers and sexual criminals who take up residence in Adelaide, the people here are suprisingly nice and helpful to strangers.
( , Fri 3 Oct 2008, 5:40, closed)
Considering the amount of serial killers and sexual criminals who take up residence in Adelaide, the people here are suprisingly nice and helpful to strangers.
( , Fri 3 Oct 2008, 5:40, closed)
Adelaide woo...
It's true! The place has the worst reputation but (touch wood) I've had nothing but kindness from strangers, help from my neighbours and more. My parents, who are both now retired and getting on a bit, get driven around everywhere by a guy who lives up the road and he's never ever even asked for money for petrol.
( , Fri 3 Oct 2008, 6:23, closed)
It's true! The place has the worst reputation but (touch wood) I've had nothing but kindness from strangers, help from my neighbours and more. My parents, who are both now retired and getting on a bit, get driven around everywhere by a guy who lives up the road and he's never ever even asked for money for petrol.
( , Fri 3 Oct 2008, 6:23, closed)
100C?
They must let the kids out because they would actually boil otherwise? Maybe you meant 100F.
/pedant
( , Fri 3 Oct 2008, 10:30, closed)
They must let the kids out because they would actually boil otherwise? Maybe you meant 100F.
/pedant
( , Fri 3 Oct 2008, 10:30, closed)
I lived in Adelaide when i was a little kid
(Lovely city it is) but i never went to school there. I did go to school in south east queensland, and as I recall the rule was if it got hotter than 37 degrees C inside the classroom then everyone got to go home.
No such luck in far north queensland where all the class rooms are airconditioned (so ive heard).
( , Fri 3 Oct 2008, 16:45, closed)
(Lovely city it is) but i never went to school there. I did go to school in south east queensland, and as I recall the rule was if it got hotter than 37 degrees C inside the classroom then everyone got to go home.
No such luck in far north queensland where all the class rooms are airconditioned (so ive heard).
( , Fri 3 Oct 2008, 16:45, closed)
Same kind of thing...
My mum forgot to pick me up from football practice after school once.
I was the last one at the school after the caretaker (who let me use his mobile)had left.
And wow was she sorry when she picked me up at 6.30pm :)
( , Wed 8 Oct 2008, 11:33, closed)
My mum forgot to pick me up from football practice after school once.
I was the last one at the school after the caretaker (who let me use his mobile)had left.
And wow was she sorry when she picked me up at 6.30pm :)
( , Wed 8 Oct 2008, 11:33, closed)
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