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Some Faith in Humanity Restored! (stories of humanity remembering to not be dicks)

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  • furlionfurlion Riskbreaker Lea MondeRegistered User regular
    I have one that happened to me. I was at the mall with my wife, our son, and one of our friends. The mall has a little play area in it and I was watching my son play while they did some shopping. Well he got tired of playing and I gathered up the bags and him. As I started to walk to where they were I dropped the bags and damn near dropped my kid. He was fine but my stuff went everywhere. Trying to gather it all back up while preventing him from running off all over the place was proving difficult when a guy stopped and picked my bags up for me while I picked up my kid. I thanked him and we went on our way. Would have sucked to have someone walk off with my bags while I was busy preventing someone from walking off with my son and while it was a little thing, the little things add up.

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  • MalReynoldsMalReynolds The Hunter S Thompson of incredibly mild medicines Registered User regular
    edited February 2013
    Traffic was backed up on a small two lane suburban road, almost to a standstill. We all crept forward, with the car closest to whatever was going on pulling around it. Finally, it was my turn; there was a car with its emergency lights on and a teenager pushing it. He turned and looked at me, and kind of gave this defeated smiling shrug, and I pulled around, turned into the next street, parked, and jogged back. Dude didn't see me, so he was kind of startled when there was a second set of hands on the trunk of the car pushing it. We pushed it for a quarter mile, portions of it uphill, to the closest gas station; there were a couple of tricky turns, and he wasn't familiar with the area, so I was able to use my knowledge of the parking lots to position the car to coast downhill for a few parts of it, and I offered my cell in case they needed to call someone (the car wouldn't run with a quarter tank for some reason).

    While we were pushing, cars kept swerving around, honking, throwing things. I counted three vans with 26.2 bumper stickers overtop of Jesus fish, those being the most vocal about their displeasure. And all I could think is, "If you have such a problem with this, three people pushing a stalled out car would go a hell of a lot faster than two," but no one else stopped.

    After I made sure they had money for gas and the number of a tow truck if that didn't work, I jogged back to my car, a quarter mile back, and then proceeded to drive to the grocery store to buy myself some cold medicine, which was the entire point of the trip anyway, because I was sick.

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  • VeritasVRVeritasVR Registered User regular
    That there's people like this: Hope For Paws

    I spent the entire evening watching these.
    I GOT SOMETHING IN MY EYE(S).

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  • ShawnaseeShawnasee Registered User regular
    edited February 2013
    My wife and I were in the middle of closing on a house back in Jan of 2012. I had JUST retired from the Air Force and we were moving from Kansas(where I was stationed) to Portland. My wife was about 3 months from giving birth.
    The bank we were dealing with, a bank that caters to the US military, are very good but their mortgage department has a bit of a bad rep but they were convenient.
    Anyway, 6 days before closing, they told us that we didn't have some required paperwork. Paperwork that would require a judges signature...from Utah. That wasn't going to happen so we had to push the closing back two weeks. This whole time we are staying with my wife's sister (who is 1 month farther along than my wife) and her husband and two kids, a dog and a cat. We had our two kids, and two cats. Two pregnant women, with kids all under the age of 10, and 4 animals. And they only had 1 bathroom....did I mention there were 2 heavily pregnant women in the house?

    In addition, the seller of the house is upset about the closing date getting pushed back and wants us to produce a letter from our bank stating that this is the final piece of paperwork needed. The bank does indeed give the seller and her real estate agent the letter that satisfies them. So after we got this paperwork, in record time, we submitted and waited for the new closing date to arrive.

    The day PRIOR to the closing we got a call from the sub working on our closing (the other guy went on vacation) and the lady says we are missing some paperwork. I am aghast and say there must be a mistake. She says no, we need to submit, and I cut her off saying "this is ridiculous! We just sent in the only paperwork that was holding us up. You guys even submitted a letter stating this to the seller and now you need something else?" She cuts me off here and says "Not one thing sir, 7 things..."

    I ask her to email me the list of things they need and then have her boss call me, ASAP.

    Let me also interject here that my household goods are sitting in a storage facility nearby waiting on us to have an address to unload it into. Alot of the papers, like old taxes and W2's, are in files locked up in storage.

    So my wife and I start rounding up the things they need but one thing is a W2 and for some reason there was no way to get this W2 except to call the IRS and see what they could do.

    Ugh!

    So my wife calls. The IRS lady listens and says it would be no problem for her to print one out and fax her a copy.

    No fax machine here.

    The IRS lady says this to my wife:
    IRS lady "Is there a Fedex/Kinkos close by?"
    Wife: "Yes, about 10 minutes from here."
    IRS lady: "Ok, well this is what I will do. You drive on down there, and I'll keep you on hold while I take other calls. I'll check back every 5 minutes or so until you get there."
    Wife: "....."

    And she did. We got to the Kinko's and the IRS lady got on the phone, asked us if we were there, then she got the fax number and sent it. Then she stayed on the line to make sure we got it.

    About the nicest person out of the whole business, the real estate agent, the bank, the mortgage department, all of them...was an IRS lady who went way above and beyond what was required of her. We asked if we could send her a Christmas card or something but she just laughed and said she was just doing her job.

    I love her.

    edit: god that was too long! tldr: when our bank were assholes an IRS lady was awesome!

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  • GreeperGreeper Registered User regular
    When I was in high school, I was visiting relatives in South Africa. I was out for a walk. (I used to take a lot of walks in those days)

    A very old man suddenly came running up to me, yelling for my help. There was literally no one else around. He seemed too panicked to tell me exactly what was wrong but clearly he was very distraught.

    I followed him as fast as I could to a nearby driveway, where an old woman had fallen to the ground. The old man, her husband I presume, needed my help to lift her up and into the car.

    The old man didn't even have time to thank me, he was in such a rush to get her into the car and to the hospital. But I don't mind, what I heard instead stayed with me for longer.

    The old woman was saying to herself: "What's going on? What's going on?"

    And her husband replied: "It's alright. I'm here now, it's going to be alright."

    I knew I'd done a good thing, but I just felt sad.

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  • BogartBogart Because I hate you Registered User, Moderator mod
    Without exception and without ever being asked to do so, when my wife is somewhere at which cake is being eaten, whether it be a birthday, an office or work occasion, or just a party at which she is present and I am not, she will take a slice, wrap it carefully, and bring it back home for me in her handbag.

    When a woman, unasked, brings you cake, you put a damn ring on that as soon as you can.

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  • TofystedethTofystedeth veni, veneri, vamoosi Registered User regular
    When I was in high school my dad used to teach a course at one of the prisons in Dallas called Alternatives to Violence. Basically just what it sounds like. The prisoners were actually really into it.
    So into it in fact, that when the prison administration changed the time that my dad could come in to teach it to coincide with supper, they skipped the meal to attend.
    And when they decided that the attendees had to undergo a search to get in, they still kept coming.
    They may have even instituted a strip search as well, but I don't remember.
    I don't know why the prison administration seemed to want to do everything but rehabilitate the prisoners, but the fact the actual prisoners put up with all that shit just to keep taking that class always stayed with me.

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  • saint2esaint2e Registered User regular
    One of my earliest memories is standing in line with my Mum at a grocery store, and waiting for the current customer to finish their purchases. The guy in front of me was trying to find exact change or something and he dropped a quarter. Without prompting, ~3-year-old saint2e picked up the quarter, tugged on the man's shirt and said "here, Mister, you dropped this". He smiled at me and said "thank you, but because you were so honest you can keep it", or something to that effect.

    ~3-year-old saint2e went home with a lasting memory, a sense that "doing something nice/right is rewarding", and a new super-bouncy-ball from one of those machines where you put a quarter in, turn it, and get a "prize".

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  • MaguanoMaguano Registered User regular
    edited February 2013
    this
    oh, watch it to the end.

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  • KyouguKyougu Registered User regular
    http://www.latimes.com/sports/sportsnow/la-sp-sn-disabled-basketball-player-scores-20130226,0,854076.story

    This made me cry and smile at the same time.

    The fact that it's a story from my hometown (I recognize both highschools) made it slightly better, but still, if this doesn't affirm your faith in humanity, nothing will.

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  • RichyRichy Registered User regular
    This one happened to me a few months ago. At the time I told it in [chat]. But it is appropriate for this thread.

    The gym I go to is right next to a grocery store. So one evening after I worked out, I left my bags in my car and walked over to pick up a couple of veggies I needed for a recipe. I got to the cashier, and as she started ringing them up and I reflexively started patting my pockets for my wallet, a realization dawned on me: my wallet was in my bag, in my car. The thought must have been obvious on my face too, as the cashier looked at me, chuckled and said "forgot your wallet, eh?" I told her that yeah, it was in my car. Then, the guy in line behind me, a complete stranger, stepped in and said he'd pay for my stuff. I was floored by the offer; even though it wasn't a lot of stuff, for someone to step in randomly like this really impressed me. I thanked him a lot and promised I'd make it up someday.

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  • saint2esaint2e Registered User regular
    Me reading/watching that basketball story has apparently summoned the onion-cutting ninjas again.

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  • MagicPrimeMagicPrime FiresideWizard Registered User regular
    My wife and I regularly round up stray dogs. We live close to the main road in our town which is a busy 6-lane with malls and shopping on either side. It was early evening and we were heading home from the mall and this little dog, it was a mutt but had a lot of jack russel in him, was right in the MIDDLE of the road. In the time we saw him to when we got up to him he had almost been hit three times. We pulled into the middle turning lane and I got out. The little guy was scarred shitless and tried to run from me at first, but I managed to snag him before he got away.

    We threw him in the back of the car and took him home, put him on a leash in our carport and luckily he had a tag with a phone number on it. The old lady who owned him was freaking out when we called her and she sounded like she was almost crying when we told her we had her dog and his was okay if not scarred out of his mind.

    She sent someone to come pick him up about ten minutes later.

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  • AiyerisAiyeris Registered User new member
    I've got one that I've recently heard of. My brother, living in Saudi Arabia is a wealthy man there, working for a big name computer company. He was driving home one day from work and he saw a woman with a shopping cart, the woman was dressed in rags and just had a bunch of stuff to help her get by in the cart. My brother stopped next to her and gave her a very large sum of money, and drove away crying. As he was driving he found another homeless man walking, so he stopped next to him and also gave him a large sum of money, still crying. It really made me think and honestly, it changed me as well. :)

  • DissociaterDissociater Registered User regular
    I lost my wallet, which had my birth certificate, SIN card, all my IDs, Credit and Debit cards, along with about 120 Euros at the Louvre in France.

    I didn't notice it was missing until I was already outside the building about 2 blocks away. I ran back, the guard let me in so I could go talk to the front desk.

    Found it turned in to the lost and found, everything still in it, including the money.

    Thank you random french person/tourist!

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  • MaguanoMaguano Registered User regular
    @geth sorry for the pseudo necropost, but this hit me in the heartstrings

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  • QuidQuid I don't... what... hnnng Registered User regular
    This thread deserves a necro.

    A few days ago our dog was hit by a car. While I was trying to calm my wife down and figure out what the Hell to even do, a woman pulled over and gave us a blanket to cover him with. After that she kept comforting my wife while I tried to get a hold of someone who could help us with the body since we didn't have a place to bury it. Once that was figure out she gave us a bag too, hugged us, and drove off.

    I have no idea who she is but I plan to pick up some cheap blankets at a thrift store and keep extra bags in my car just in case. If she hadn't been there we wouldn't have had any way to handle it nearly as cleanly or calmly as we did. And if I can ever pay it forward I plan to.

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  • MuzzmuzzMuzzmuzz Registered User regular
    I live with my mother-in-law. A few weeks ago, while she was at work, I got a call from the local Mall Security, telling me that her wallet had been turned in by a random shopper. All of her ID, all of her money was still in it.
    When her son retrieved it for her (by the time her shift was over, the Mall would have been closed) and handed it to her while she was working. She hadn't even known it was missing.

    So, thanks anonymous shopper!

    Another little thing:

    A few days ago, I was allowed to leave work early. It's about 6 AM, as as I'm pedaling on my bike, I see this guy trying to drag a huge suitcase (with wheels) and an overnight bag. I suddenly deduced he was going to the train station, which was about 2 blocks away. Unfortunately, the train was arriving, and there would be no way this guy could make it while trying to carry all of his stuff. So, I offered to take his overnight bag, allowing him to run with the suitcase, and we managed to make it to the train on time. He was very grateful, and I whistled my way home. I'm glad I left work early, or else that guy would have had to wait a loooooong time for the next train (our town gets very few trains visiting it)

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  • Captain UltraCaptain Ultra low resolution pictures of birds Registered User regular
    Ok so I went to a Catholic grade school and high school, and by the time of my freshman year, I've pretty much realized that I'm never gonna be a Catholic. So for the mandatory catechism/religion classes, I'm not the greatest student, 'cause I don't really care. And my junior year, the priest I had for the Christian Ethics class was kind of prickly and defensive and he and I don't get along. I try to derail his class with questions like "Would it be acceptable under the concept of double effect for Bruce Banner to kill himself to save the world from the Hulk?" He needles me about not going to church.

    We have an unexpected snowstorm in late March. The roads are bad, but apparently not bad enough to cancel school. The car in front of me skids, runs off the road a little a bit at the light and they can't get back on the road. I stop and help push the car back onto the road. Just as that car gets moving, I see another car stopped behind mine and its the same priest. He drives in with me, escorts me to the front office and makes sure that I don't get in trouble for being tardy or anything. Then, after class that day he tells me that he's giving me a bunch of extra credit for the class, because obviously I've been listening a lot better than my classmates.

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  • Oniros25Oniros25 Registered User regular
    Glad to see this thread back. Faith in Humanity has been resurrected!

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  • MortiousMortious The Nightmare Begins Move to New ZealandRegistered User regular
    I was driving home from class one day (ended early so the roads were clear) on the freeway, I drove past a ginger kitten huddled next to the central divider.

    Took my brain a few seconds to realise what I drove past was in fact a kitten and alive, so I got off at the nearest off ramp and drove back. Put on my hazards, and stopped my car in the middle of the road (right most lane next to the concrete divider) and hopped over to the other side where the kitten was.

    Little tyke had blood on his face and was covered in ants, but he still had some fight in him, so I had to take off my shirt to try and grab him. Luckily he was not in a position to run.
    So while I was standing in the middle of the fast lane, without my shirt on, a lady pulled over into the right lane and stopped with her hazards on to prevent others from running me over, and she handed me a towel to wrap the kitten in so I could have my shirt back.

    So happy ending as I managed to gethim to the vet, and they fixed him up at cost of materials which was nice of them, because on Student monies I wouldn't have been able to afford the full cost of surgery.

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  • MagicPrimeMagicPrime FiresideWizard Registered User regular
    Mortious wrote: »
    I was driving home from class one day (ended early so the roads were clear) on the freeway, I drove past a ginger kitten huddled next to the central divider.

    Took my brain a few seconds to realise what I drove past was in fact a kitten and alive, so I got off at the nearest off ramp and drove back. Put on my hazards, and stopped my car in the middle of the road (right most lane next to the concrete divider) and hopped over to the other side where the kitten was.

    Little tyke had blood on his face and was covered in ants, but he still had some fight in him, so I had to take off my shirt to try and grab him. Luckily he was not in a position to run.
    So while I was standing in the middle of the fast lane, without my shirt on, a lady pulled over into the right lane and stopped with her hazards on to prevent others from running me over, and she handed me a towel to wrap the kitten in so I could have my shirt back.

    So happy ending as I managed to gethim to the vet, and they fixed him up at cost of materials which was nice of them, because on Student monies I wouldn't have been able to afford the full cost of surgery.

    Did you keep said kitten? And if so where are the pictures -- this is the Internet, you know how this works.

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  • Gandalf_the_CrazedGandalf_the_Crazed Vigilo ConfidoRegistered User regular
    Yeah, kittens or GTFO.

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  • MortiousMortious The Nightmare Begins Move to New ZealandRegistered User regular
    MagicPrime wrote: »
    Mortious wrote: »
    I was driving home from class one day (ended early so the roads were clear) on the freeway, I drove past a ginger kitten huddled next to the central divider.

    Took my brain a few seconds to realise what I drove past was in fact a kitten and alive, so I got off at the nearest off ramp and drove back. Put on my hazards, and stopped my car in the middle of the road (right most lane next to the concrete divider) and hopped over to the other side where the kitten was.

    Little tyke had blood on his face and was covered in ants, but he still had some fight in him, so I had to take off my shirt to try and grab him. Luckily he was not in a position to run.
    So while I was standing in the middle of the fast lane, without my shirt on, a lady pulled over into the right lane and stopped with her hazards on to prevent others from running me over, and she handed me a towel to wrap the kitten in so I could have my shirt back.

    So happy ending as I managed to gethim to the vet, and they fixed him up at cost of materials which was nice of them, because on Student monies I wouldn't have been able to afford the full cost of surgery.

    Did you keep said kitten? And if so where are the pictures -- this is the Internet, you know how this works.

    I did not.

    I was living with my mom at the time, and she already had a cat, so I could not adopt him.

    He did make it though, and was successfully adopted (The vet actually phoned me up to let me know, which I thought was nice)

    Hopefully his new family renamed him, as the vet called him "Ginger", ignoring my suggestion of "Scratchfury: Destroyer of Worlds".

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  • NocrenNocren Lt Futz, Back in Action North CarolinaRegistered User regular
    edited July 2013
    Reminds me of this.

    God, it's been over 20 years since this happened.

    EDIT: OK, preview image... Anyway, story is that a pregnant deer is hit, but a bunch of people manage to perform an emergency roadside c-section and save the fawn. Image is them essentially doing CPR after pulling it from the womb.

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  • KyouguKyougu Registered User regular
    Thought I would share something personal this week.

    I lost my 20 year old brother 3 years ago in a car accident. Anniversaries, birthdays, etc are always tough on the family (as one would expect) and I knew that this year would be a bit tougher since I was spreading the last bit of his ashes at my favorite running place. It was tough but it was also comforting at some level, and I ended up making a FB post about just me being there.

    What followed was an amazing amount of love and support from a wide variety of friends. Everything from comments of "Hugs" to calls and texts just seeing how I was doing and what not. I knew I had great friends, but this reminded me of it.

    More than that it just made me realize how much of an effect a simple "How's things?" had on me, be it if it was through text/fb or in person. Really reminds me how sometimes all we have to do is just be a bit more cognizant of the people around us to have an effect.

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  • Clown ShoesClown Shoes Give me hay or give me death. Registered User regular
    Mortious wrote: »
    Hopefully his new family renamed him, as the vet called him "Ginger", ignoring my suggestion of "Scratchfury: Destroyer of Worlds".

    My brother told his girlfriend that he'd only agree to getting a cat if he could name it.

    The most timorous cat that I've ever seen is now named Death Cat 5000.

  • Casual EddyCasual Eddy Don't despair. Not even over the fact that you don't despair.Registered User regular
    this thread reminds me of my mom

    my family is australian, and we moved to the united states when I was a little baby, around the late 80's. they moved from a pretty whitebread city of about a million people in south australia, to baltimore, maryland. They went because my dad got a job as a medical professor at johns hopkins where he would study infectious diseases, mainly HIV. My mom was trained as a nurse, and went to work in Osler 8, which was the HIV/AIDS unit. So while my dad was doing bigger picture research and studying of HIV, my mom was on the ground actually caring for people of HIV

    now, this was in the late 80's and early 90's which were some of the worst years the epidemic. people's understanding of the disease was growing, and the first drugs were becoming available, but in many cases there was simply little to do for them but provide comfort in their final days. and this was when HIV was primarily amongst IV drug users, gay men, and prostitutes, so very often they had been disowned and the family refused to visit. My mom has a lot of stories about how she and the other nurses provided a surrogate family to the people dying in the AIDS wards, who would have otherwise certainly died in fear and alone afraid and alone.

    this was when medical professionals had a good idea of how the virus was transmitted, but the general public didn't. once she was recieving a patient that had become critically ill due to his advanced HIV. he was delivered by paramedics who practically wearing biohazard suits. They were wearing doubled up face masks, gloves with long scrubs tucked in them - whatever they could do to avoid touching the man. my mom gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him he was among friends now, as the paramedics watched in horror.

    since both of my parents worked, me and my brothers were often in child care. when child care shit the bed, one of them would have to take us to work. Sometimes it was my dad, and we stayed in his office and played on his computer. sometimes it was my mom, and we would hang out on the AIDS unit. we met the men and women dying of HIV and hung out with the nurses (I remember they had a cool can crushing machine in the break room). I don't think I understood what was wrong with the people in the ward, but at a time when 99% of parents would have died rather than let their kids near a gay person, much less one dying of AIDS, she introduced us to her patients.

    It amazes me what she did for them. Made them feel human. They'd celebrate their birthdays. Have christmas with them. My mom even smuggled in our puppy to pass around the patients who were strong enough to be around an animal.

    We moved away from Baltimore, to North Carolina, where she continued nursing, as a hospice nurse. That's caring for terminally ill patients dying in their homes. Now she's a cancer nurse.

    As a young boy I thought she could do anything- one time when the aforementioned dog eventually gave birth to puppies, one appeared to be stillborn. No movement, no color, no breathing. So she stroked its chest and sucked mucus from its throat until the puppy revived and seemly came back to life before our eyes. I was around 10 at the time, and you can bet that had an impact on me.

    I don't think I've ever met a more compassionate person if my life. I strive to be like her, and I hope someday I can begin to approach the level of empathy and understanding she showed towards total strangers.

    I was very afraid to come out when I was younger, but she was one of the reasons I knew it would ultimately be okay.

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  • DerrickDerrick Registered User regular
    edited September 2013
    Speaking of kittens...

    Several weeks ago, I came home to the news that there were now 4 cats in the house, as apposed to 2. My lady friend had found two stray kittens, all by themselves, and decided to try and do the right thing.

    That's harder than you might think. She called around to a lot of different places. Most wouldn't take the kittens because they were too young, and one shelter even straight up told her that they would kill the cats if we brought them in. Queue much crying.

    After taking them to the vet and cleaning them up, we took it upon ourselves to socialize these possibly very feral kittens. It took about a week and a lot of food bribing for them to not freak out around us. We decided to foster them, but in the back of my head I figured we just got two new permanent residents. As it turns out though, we did eventually give the two sisters to a couple of very nice families.

    Since you can't tell a kitten story without pictures - (And yes Jeff, I checked the sizes this time)
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  • MuzzmuzzMuzzmuzz Registered User regular
    Oh my..those eyes.... sooooo pweeeety!!!

  • ShadowfireShadowfire Vermont, in the middle of nowhereRegistered User regular
    Who wouldn't want those kitties? They're adorable!

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  • downerdowner Registered User regular
    One day while I was at work, I took some broken down boxes out to the dumpster. I was surprised when I swung open the door and found a homeless man digging around in one of the dumpsters. I asked him if he was looking for something to eat, he said yes, and I asked him if he wanted to come get lunch with me. He seemed really taken aback by this, but he agreed. We walked into a Qdoba that was by my work, and waited in line with the rest of the patrons. He was garnering a lot of unwanted stares and I wasn't sure if it was making him uncomfortable, so I asked him if he had time to eat lunch with me or if he had to get it to go. He said he'd have lunch with me, so we got our food and sat down; he told me most of his story, why he was down on his luck, etc. I got him some more food to go to hopefully cover his next meal or two, and we parted ways.

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  • Clown ShoesClown Shoes Give me hay or give me death. Registered User regular
    This isn't really my story, it's the story of some random homeless guy whose name I never knew.

    When I was 18-ish we used to go to McDonalds between the pub and the club. At the time, cheeseburgers cost £0.99 so we went in and ordered (number of £1 coins in my pocket) worth of cheeseburgers and stuffed our faces. Between the pub and the club there was a guy who slept in the doorway of Boots so we used to give him stuff as we passed.

    When you gave him a cheeseburger he would tear it in half and give one of those halves to the girl he was with. He tore the remaining half in half again and gave the biggest bit to the dog that was with him and then ate what was left. We had to stop giving him food and started buying extra food just to give to the girl because we couldn't trust that guy to feed himself properly.

    He had nothing, but any time that anyone gave him something, he would give the greater part of it away to someone else.

    Broke? Check
    Homeless? Check
    Beardy? Check


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  • Oniros25Oniros25 Registered User regular
    this thread reminds me of my mom

    my family is australian, and we moved to the united states when I was a little baby, around the late 80's. they moved from a pretty whitebread city of about a million people in south australia, to baltimore, maryland. They went because my dad got a job as a medical professor at johns hopkins where he would study infectious diseases, mainly HIV. My mom was trained as a nurse, and went to work in Osler 8, which was the HIV/AIDS unit. So while my dad was doing bigger picture research and studying of HIV, my mom was on the ground actually caring for people of HIV

    now, this was in the late 80's and early 90's which were some of the worst years the epidemic. people's understanding of the disease was growing, and the first drugs were becoming available, but in many cases there was simply little to do for them but provide comfort in their final days. and this was when HIV was primarily amongst IV drug users, gay men, and prostitutes, so very often they had been disowned and the family refused to visit. My mom has a lot of stories about how she and the other nurses provided a surrogate family to the people dying in the AIDS wards, who would have otherwise certainly died in fear and alone afraid and alone.

    this was when medical professionals had a good idea of how the virus was transmitted, but the general public didn't. once she was recieving a patient that had become critically ill due to his advanced HIV. he was delivered by paramedics who practically wearing biohazard suits. They were wearing doubled up face masks, gloves with long scrubs tucked in them - whatever they could do to avoid touching the man. my mom gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him he was among friends now, as the paramedics watched in horror.

    since both of my parents worked, me and my brothers were often in child care. when child care shit the bed, one of them would have to take us to work. Sometimes it was my dad, and we stayed in his office and played on his computer. sometimes it was my mom, and we would hang out on the AIDS unit. we met the men and women dying of HIV and hung out with the nurses (I remember they had a cool can crushing machine in the break room). I don't think I understood what was wrong with the people in the ward, but at a time when 99% of parents would have died rather than let their kids near a gay person, much less one dying of AIDS, she introduced us to her patients.

    It amazes me what she did for them. Made them feel human. They'd celebrate their birthdays. Have christmas with them. My mom even smuggled in our puppy to pass around the patients who were strong enough to be around an animal.

    We moved away from Baltimore, to North Carolina, where she continued nursing, as a hospice nurse. That's caring for terminally ill patients dying in their homes. Now she's a cancer nurse.

    As a young boy I thought she could do anything- one time when the aforementioned dog eventually gave birth to puppies, one appeared to be stillborn. No movement, no color, no breathing. So she stroked its chest and sucked mucus from its throat until the puppy revived and seemly came back to life before our eyes. I was around 10 at the time, and you can bet that had an impact on me.

    I don't think I've ever met a more compassionate person if my life. I strive to be like her, and I hope someday I can begin to approach the level of empathy and understanding she showed towards total strangers.

    I was very afraid to come out when I was younger, but she was one of the reasons I knew it would ultimately be okay.

    Dude, I'm sure you're well aware, but your mom is a goddamn superhero. That was (and I think you'll find the tags support my statement) the single most awesome story in this thread to date.

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  • Just_Bri_ThanksJust_Bri_Thanks Seething with rage from a handbasket.Registered User, ClubPA regular
    Deadfall wrote: »
    I always look forward to I shall return when the mountain burns again.

    The most badass way to arrange eight words.

    When the old timers gather the younglings aroung the tale fire in the spring, thoughts turn towards the prophecy, and eyes turn towards mountain in the north. There, it is said, the chief of the mythical fire tribe will come to save the lands in their darkest hour.

    Some days I just want to smack people with a rolled up newspaper. Or a phone book.
    A folding chair is looking like an attractive option right now too...
  • silence1186silence1186 Character shields down! As a wingmanRegistered User regular
    Deadfall wrote: »
    I always look forward to I shall return when the mountain burns again.

    The most badass way to arrange eight words.

    When the old timers gather the younglings aroung the tale fire in the spring, thoughts turn towards the prophecy, and eyes turn towards mountain in the north. There, it is said, the chief of the mythical fire tribe will come to save the lands in their darkest hour.

    This is how rumors get started!

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  • Just_Bri_ThanksJust_Bri_Thanks Seething with rage from a handbasket.Registered User, ClubPA regular
    Deadfall wrote: »
    I always look forward to I shall return when the mountain burns again.

    The most badass way to arrange eight words.

    When the old timers gather the younglings aroung the tale fire in the spring, thoughts turn towards the prophecy, and eyes turn towards mountain in the north. There, it is said, the chief of the mythical fire tribe will come to save the lands in their darkest hour.

    This is how epic ledgends get started!

    Fixed that for you!

    Some days I just want to smack people with a rolled up newspaper. Or a phone book.
    A folding chair is looking like an attractive option right now too...
  • Nova_CNova_C I have the need The need for speedRegistered User regular
    edited October 2013
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  • ForarForar #432 Toronto, Ontario, CanadaRegistered User regular
    There are so many amazing moments and threads lost to the mists of time now, I'm glad ones like that are around, and retold often enough to hopefully remain for future generations of forumers to enjoy.

    ... y'know, that's said jokingly but it just hit me that there will literally be future generations of forumers.

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  • HeirHeir Registered User regular
    edited October 2013
    Every time I watch this, some dust gets in my eyes:


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