Originally Posted by Professional Princess

I reckon you should do a huge turd in the dog groomers car.

A big steamy one smack bang on the drivers seat.

That will teach her.

Dare you.

Originally Posted by Luke I Amyofath

I was driving home from work a few years ago in oshawa canada and saw a woman in her mid 20's with a boy of 2-3 who was having a real temper tantrum. She was carrying 3 plastic grocery bags in one hand while struggling with the boy. As I passed her I just happened to see the boy grab the grocery bags and it split spilling the contents on the pavement so I pulled over, got out to ask the woman if I could help. By this time she was sobbing since in one bag was a glass bottle of spaghetti sauce which had smashed and torn the second bag piercing one of the milk bags she had (you can buy a bag of milk in canada that has 3 seperate bags inside and usually at home youd have a plastic jug the same size to fit the milk bag into).

In any case it was a bit of a mess to say the least. Apart from the sauce and milk it looked like the only other items of groceries that she had were a small pack of mince beef, some generic packs of pasta and either a cabbage or cauli I cant rememeber now. The boy in seeing the distress he had caused had calmed down a bit by now and was hugging his mother as if he knew how bad the situation was. There wasnt much I could do with the bags or groceries that would allow her to carry on walking so I asked her if she would like a lift home and she accepted so I carefully loaded the broken bags into my car and drove her and her son home which was only about 1km. On the way she had told me she didnt know what to do now because she had no money to replace the spag sauce or milk which she planned to freeze 2 of the 3 bags, she was quite upset.
I didnt say a single word and as I carried the bags to her front door, still sobbing a bit she couldnt thank me enough.
She didnt invite me in but I could see quite clearly that she wasnt exactly flush with money, her apartment had very little furnature and she only had a small tv with those old fashioned rabbit ear arials.
It just made me stop and think of how lucky I was to be in a good job, money in the bank etc.
I left but found myself 5 minutes later in the local IGA grocery store, gowing through all the aisles with a shopping trolley picking up all sorts of food items that I never bought for myself (usually since I was living alone at the time i only needed a basket). Over $90 worth of groceries later I drove back to this stranger's flat and off loaded the bags outside her front door, rang the bell and ran back to my car.

For those on BE who think Im heartless, let me tell you that the reason I ran back to the car is because emotions got the better of me, I was in tears myself. I sped off as fast as I could and I never saw the young woman again.

I think we all would do similar things if circumstances were similar.

Originally Posted by TheCrone

Many years ago, I arrived back in the UK from France on a Sunday night with just enough UK currency to pay for a B&B place for the night. I'd lost track of times/dates etc., and found to my horror that Monday was a Bank Holiday - and this was before the days of ATM's. I spent the day wandering around the town, wound up sitting on a park bench as the sun went down.
A man came and said he'd seen me wandering around and asked if I was homeless. When I explained the circumstances, he gave me enough money for a feed and a bed for the night. I asked for his name and address so that I could pay him back the following day, but he refused; he said the only "payment" he wanted was that, in future, if I saw anyone in need of help, I should give it, unconditionally.
I've been trying to do just that ever since............

Originally Posted by ROBnCAZ

I too have a story to tell, reluctantly I might add because I have never been one for blowing one's own trumpet n'all that.......HOWEVER, I have come to a conclusion that it is good to feel good about yourself and something you did every once in a while!

When I was about 9 or 10 years old I was a member of the local sea scouts in Plymouth where we lived at the time. Mum would pack me off on the bus as it was only a short journey of a few stops in quite a safe area.
On this particular day I sat on the lower deck behind a man who must have been in his 80's. Throughout the journey, he seemed to be coughing a lot and almost gasping for breath. This caught my attention but I distinctly remember that no-one else appeared to be taking too much notice (the bus was busy).
Anyways, this continued for a few minutes before he rang the bell and got up to leave the bus. There were also a couple of other people getting off behind him.
As he stepped onto the pavement, I noticed that he started coughing again and vomited all over the pavement and down the front of himself. Something clicked inside of me and I made a dash for the exit of the bus.
I helped the old man to his house (just around the corner) where his wife was waiting for him. It turned out that he suffered from some kind of heart condition and was returning from a doctor's appt!! The man's wife asked my name and what school I went to and off I went on my merry way, thinking nothing more of it.
A couple of days later during a school assembley (cum by ahhhhhhhh my lord blah blah) I was shocked to be called to the front by the headmaster who then went on to sing my praises etc etc........all very embarrasing for me. The old lady had contacted him to ask that I be praised.
The next day I was called downstairs to see the headmaster again.....not knowing why, I knocked on his door to find my mother there and a photographer and reporter from the Plymouth Evening Herald wanting to do a story on me...yes, the old lady had been to the press aswell!!!
I was the school hero for a few weeks after that!!!
What this sought to show me as a youngster though, was that simple and random acts of kindness can go along way to helping others.......I did nothing particularly special and would do it again in a heartbeat - but these little things can mean so much to others!

There, trumpet blown!!

Originally Posted by ELLJAY

Trumpet deservedly blown - well done - lovely story.

Have a nice day

L-j x

Originally Posted by Moody Cow

In the supermarket I often let people in the queue go in front of me if they only have a few things and I have a trolley full and I was quite well known for always carrying cat treats in my bag to feed various stray cats, squirrels etc. One day I was walking down the road past a line of parked cars with parking meters when I spied the traffic warden coming down the street. I noticed a car parked and the meter had run out so I whipped out my purse and stuck a quarter (this was in the USA) in the meter and saved that person a hefty fine! I felt quite pleased with myself all day even though that person would never find out what had happened.

MC