Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Question 6

What is the kindest thing anyone has ever done or said to you?


At 11:02 AM , Blogger punky said...

This one is deeply personal ... but oh well.

When I was seeking help for my eating disorder, one of my therapists said to me: "You have so much love, life and light in you ... it would be such a shame to try and cram all of that into a tiny little body."

and along the same line ... I was speaking with my friend a few years back (before I started therapy)... I had not seen him in years. He told me he had a dream about me ... and I said "Did you dream me skinny?" He paused, looked at me and then said: "You know Punky, I don't differentiate between the old Punky and the current Punky ... and apparently neither does my subconscious."

Both of those comments played a big part in my getting better. They were just the right words at the right time, I guess.

At 11:10 AM , Blogger Tamara said...

*hugs Punky*

I'm still thinking about mine.

At 12:59 PM , Blogger Tamara said...

1) A pair of nuns let me house-sit for them while they travelled overseas. Partly so that I could be away from my mother.

2) My youth group leader let me stay with her for a few weeks--and even let me drive her car--until my psych tests came back "normal". My mother had taken away my car keys and grounded me because she had decided I had the same chemical imbalance she does. She was telling everyone I was crazy and had my house-sitting job revoked.

3) A friend talked his family into letting me live with them while I looked for a job and got a new place to live. My mother had kicked me out.

Those were people who were there for me when I needed them the most. I hope to never need people so desperately again, as I derive great shame from those instances.

--Your friendly neighborhood bucket o' sunshine

At 1:17 PM , Blogger Slyeyes said...

About eight years ago, my daughters (16 and 12 at the time) mentioned to me that the only "vacations" the three of us had taken together were weekend camping and floating trips. They asked why we hadn't taken longer trips anywhere. Trying to keep it simple, I just mentioned that money was a little tight, but I was trying to save for a trip in a year or so.

That year for Christmas, I opened their present to me. They had made me a "gift certificate" for a vacation that year. They had told their grandparents on both sides and their dad that instead of presents, they wanted the money to go into a vacation fund.

We went to the Rocky Mountains and had a blast. They said "laughter" was the theme of the trip.

On the way home, they wrote a rap song about our vacation called "We Did It!" and included events of the week. My birthday was a few weeks afterwards and they gave me a photo album of the trip, with the rap song in the pasted in the back of the album.

It wasn't just the girls' thoughtfullness that touched me; but the cooperation from their dad and all of their grandparents.

At 1:24 PM , Blogger Higgy said...

I broke up with my girlfriend of 5 years (this was back in 1994) and I moved out of our apartment. I had almost no money and had to pay the first month's rent and security deposit. I was heartbroken, teary-eyed and worn out from the emotional turmoil of the past weeks. I turned to my dad (with whom I had a rocky relationship at that time due to him divorcing my mum) and told him what was going on. The next day I got a wire-transfer from him for not only the rent and deposit, but also an extra couple hundred to "go and have some fun."

It was such a lift, at such a low point in my life - that I never forgot it.

At 2:07 PM , Blogger Brian B said...

Back in high school, a girl I was seeing came up pregnant, long story short, it wasn't mine, she had cheated on me. I broke it off. This was my senior year. My guidance counselor asked me if I would speak to the sophomore class on 'Sophomore Awareness Day' about my experience.

It wasn't anything in particular that she said, but I did it, and it allowed me to let go of a lot of the anger and emotional pain I was going through as well as educate and warn my fellow students about the difficulties of going through that situation.

She was also very instrumental in getting me into the college of my choice.

At 5:20 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...


*as the doobie gets passed*


At 5:57 PM , Blogger MrFisher said...

Once, just recently, I was at the supermarket buying a few needed groceries with the boys, and my check was supposed to have been deposited that day. No worries, right. WRONG. Cuz, then HORRIFICLY to my surprise, I had insuffecient funds. "Sorry sir, you card has been (and I swear this happened in slow motion) D E N I E D. So instead of putting everything back up, I had her run through what amount I knew I had left in the account (not much) and then I said, I'll be right back I left my "other" check book in the car. Or so I thought, my luck just kept getting better. I asked the oldest to stay inside and watch the little one while I ran out to grab my planner in which I thought I had my checkbook. It wasn't in there. SHiiiTE! I live about 4 blocks from the store, so in a panick, I hauled ass home and grabbed my checkbook and when I slid back into the parking lot two attendants were standing out fron with my basket and my boys and when I got out they said that the gentleman behind me just paid for the rest (about $35). I asked where he was but he had already left. They said he told them he was a christian and just felt like it was the right thing to do and wanted to help. I was stunned. Shocked! Embarrassed! and truly pleased with the overall fact that there are good people out there in this world. I only wished I could've repaid him. That's definitely right up there with one of the kindest things anyone has ever done for me.

But Karma is a good thing, because luckily years before, I had done basicly the same thing for a young lady in somewhat the same predicament.

/ personal humilation session

At 6:33 PM , Blogger Graz said...

A few years ago, I went to my ex-wife's house on a Friday afternoon to pick up my sons, Richard and Corey,for the weekend. My ex was in a tizzy. Her boyfriend had moved out and wasn't going to be there to pick up her 9 year old son, Cody, for the weekend. Because she had to work, I told her he could come with the boys and I, even though he has behavior problems. We just did the normal things that weekend, but Cody was very well behaved the entire time....I only had to correct him twice. When I was taking them home Sunday night , from the backseat, Cody told me "I wish you were my dad too."

That was one of the nicest compliments I ever recieved.

At 9:45 PM , Blogger Polly P.I. said...

Back a couple of years ago I was at a real low point in my life. I had lost my job as a Fed. My ex-husband had remarried and petitioned the courts to allow him to take my children to California. I'd just ended a relationship with somebody I still cared for deeply. I was hospitalized (with no insurance) twice because of my bleeding ulcers so that even now I have nearly 30K in debt.

My life sucked.

And do you know who provided me the greatest kindness I can think of? You guys. You were all there for me to make me laugh and forget and remember that there is goodness in the world.

I love each and every one of you and I thank God for you.

smenita- This means "man with small genitals" in Spanish.

At 12:35 AM , Blogger Kafaleni said...

*worries that she hugged Polly too hard and squished her - it's not like she was that big to start with.. *

My contribution is more of a situation where I felt like I was given an amazing gift that I didn't appreciate till afterwards.. I tell this story to people sometimes, and I'm still a little embarassed about my reactions.

Several years ago, I worked shifts at an answering service. If I was on evening shift (finished at 11) I only had about 10 minutes to get to the bus stop two blocks away or I missed the last bus of the night to my place. I worked in the central city and the stop was one block east of Prostitute Row (not the street's real name!). One Friday night, I finished up work, and ran down to the bus stop, getting there with a few minutes to spare. The next minute, this guy comes wandering up to the bus stop. He's probably mid-40's (looks 70) and alcohol and glue fumes are wafting off him. I backed up a little, but he seemed kinda bumbling and harmless, besides which the battery in my personal alarm was flat, and I didn't have a cell phone, so I was on my own with this one. He started rambling on about conspiracy theories and aliens and mind shields - how you had to be careful because anyone could be an alien or a government agent. All the time I'm thinking.. "Well at least he's not going to hurt me, I don't think.. but WHERE'S THE BUS??!!". Then the bus came around the corner, and pulled up in front of us. I got on, showed my bus pass and sat down. The man got on behind me. The driver asked him for money. The man asked how much it cost. The driver told him the fares for the different sections. The man said "I don't have any money" The bus driver told him he'd have to get off the bus. The man said "Oh, I don't want to go anywhere. I just wanted to make sure the lady was safe". Then he turned to face down the aisle, and called out to me "Lady, are you all right?" I was absolutely stunned. I just nodded and said "Yes... yes", and this man turned and got off the bus.
I still can't shake the feeling that I met an angel that night and I didn't recognise him until too late.

The care of someone that I've never met before or since was an incredible gift, and it's also made me look twice at people to be sure I don't judge them too quickly.

At 1:39 AM , Anonymous Sallyacious said...

I am blessed. I have been the recipient of so much unasked-for kindness that I don't know where to begin. This is the first instance that comes to mind.

Seven years ago, my husband and I were on our way to Victoria, BC to celebrate our first wedding anniversary. We took the Victoria Clipper from Seattle. The weather was so bad it couldn't make the crossing, so they ended up taking us back to Seattle the long way. We spent seven hours on a trip that should have been less than two.

On the way back, my husband loaned his cell phone to a couple who were celebrating their own anniversary and needed to cancel their reservations at Sook Harbor House. Then he asked them if they could recommend a decent hotel for us to stay in that night.

Those lovely women said don't stay in a hotel, stay with us. We spent the night in their guest bedroom and left so early the next morning that they were still asleep. I hope they know how much we appreciated their generosity.


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