What's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you?

It's a long story...but a good one. My husband and I took our three kids, ages 8, 4, & 2 on a 2 1/2 week trip accross Europe with only backpacks and EURail tickets. We had very few plans and had not "planned out" exactly how to get anywhere...in fact, we didn't know where exactly we were going. We let the kids help choose based on what trains were available; so, here is the list -- Cab driver in Paris that took us from one station to another and, at our departing station, got out of his cab, unloaded and helped the kids into their backpacks, walked us into the station, reminded us to verify our tickets, and made sure we got to the right platform -- on time. He went way out of his way and was sooo nice. Cabbie in Rome who, despite a screaming 2 year old and a huge language barrier, found us a hotel on New Years Eve without a reservation in exactly the part of town we wanted to be in -- it took about 7 stops, but he stayed patient and kind. A lady on one of the "first come first serve" intercity trains in France who insisted on giving up her seat so our kids could sit (my husband and our 2 older kids were sitting on the floor with about 20 other people). A couple of guys on one train that were kind enough to move so we could sit together as a family, even though they already had all of their bags put up and their laptops out. Again...without being asked. But the best.... In a little town in the south of France, we were trying to get to an old medivial village that was being restored to stay for a few days, but we had no clue at the train stop how to get there. My husband had the name of the town on a piece of paper in his pocket, and as he was searching, a man in a red sweater rushed up to us and asked if we were okay. My husband told him where we were going (out of memory, not from the paper), and the guys MOM, a little sprite of a thing that weighed all of 80 pounds runs into the building, pushes past the line, and runs out pointing at a bus that was leaving and said we needed to be on that one. By then, the guys figured out that we had the wrong village name, and corrected it and his mom went running in again and came back pointing to a bus that...again...was pulling out of it's spot. The guy in the red sweater dropped his bags and bolted after the bus, caught it as it was driving down the street, beat on the drivers window, and stopped it. After he talked for a second to the driver he came back toward us and helped me (with the kids, backpacks, and stroller) accross the street and then helped my husband get the big backpack under the bus (it was the only one that fit). His mom made it to the bus and found out from the driver how much we needed to pay and told him where we were going and to make sure we didn't miss our stop - all this time I'm carrying 4 bags and a stroller and trying to urge my tired little ones onto a very full bus of snickering French people (they all turned out to be very kind and a couple even moved so we could sit closer together). My husband made it on, we found seats, and the bus left, with the guy in the red sweater and his sprite of a mom waving us off. We never even got their names, in fact - I don't think we said more than 10 words to eachother, but I will never forget them or how far out of their way they went to help a family they didn't even know.

Awww - that's sweet. Well, I guess mine was a good few years ago now, when my Mum was terminally il, and I was nursing her. I tried to keep it all together for my Dad's sake, but one day I was walking round Waitrose (my local Supermarket) one late saturday afternoon, and as I stood looking at these shelves, I suddenly made a big fool of myself, and burst into tears in front of everyone and just couldn't stop. There was this little Irish girl there - she was only about 16 - a Saturday girl I think, and she came up to me, and put her arm round me, and took me into their Staff area. She made me tea, amd just sat there and gave me a hug, and let me cry it out. I poured my heart out to this kid, and she just listened, and said nothing. A very wise head, on very young shoulders. Her name was Denise, - that's all I eer knew of her - I never kept in touch - perhaps I should have done - but I have never forgotten her sweetness and her act of kindness. She was a true angel that day.

Let me see, after the fire the lady hired me to work in the hotel with no experience and work history for the past twelve years. My girlfriend loaned my 50 dollars to buy a stove so I could cook for my family. My banking lady let me open an account for less that normal since I got my first paycheck when I had the office job, which only lasted 3 month. Nice things happen in my life from time to time and am sure to feel grateful and think of these things often.

One time hubby and I were in this awful, tiny apartment. There was some crime there and we had to get out, it was scary! So we were looking for another place. We went to this small town and found a house for rent. The lady told me that there were 3 people ahead of me who had already turned in their apps. But I told her how badly we needed her house, and what an awful place we were in. She listed to me and let me and hubby live there. We were so relieved. I cried when we moved in because I was so happy to be safe. We rented from her for one year and then bought a house about two blocks away right after that.

Well I'm pretty lucky I have two extremely good precious friends who do some of the nicest things and are both there for me and vice versa - I could fill the page with the nice things they've done for me! The nicest thing a stranger has done for me was when I was working for a powerboat company and pulled out all the stops to get this guys boat to him for Christmas - He brought me a very expensive bottle of champagne - totally unexpected as I was only doing my job!

I guess the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me was when I just had my son. My sister in law was 7 months pregnant when I had my son. My husband works offshore so I was home by myself with him and my daughter. I was exhausted after about a month of no sleep. I had gone to my sister in laws to pick up her daughter and ended up falling asleep on her couch. She very nicely woke me up and sent me and my daughter home. She kept my son for the night. It was the first sleep I had had since giving birth. I think I slept for like 30 hours. i was exhausted. That is probably the nicest thing anyone could have done for me at that time.