@The_Brunnette Wow! You ran into all the best guys to help you with your car dilemma. It's nice that you weren't forced to make a split second decision that could have been the wrong one. Seems like the stars aligned for you sister! Also, love your name. #team brunnette
@pmvines Oh, I bet you do buddy! Now I'll be avoiding your lengthy posts, cause of the visual I will have of you sitting on a toilet typing it up.
@SCityCuddler If you want a visual just ask Ziggy ....poor pup has seen things
So has my poor Sir Louis Lucifer Von Kittenstein
SCityCuddler - No. The photo was taken 3 or 4 days later.
@pmvines That poor fn cat!
He follows me in there , not like I force it 🤣
@GreatHornedOwl That picture is stunning!!!!
@GreatHornedOwl I would like to get a bike one day. Glad both of you were more or less fine.
@SunsetSnuggles that story grinds my gears as when I was shift lead, if we were down any employees, I would be in the thick with my staff.
I also agree that there are too many, so I’ll pick something that happened today. I was just at the airport security today and the gentleman behind me stacked my bins for me. Small act but appreciated. Some lady noticed and also thanked the gentleman. I think this led me to believe that there are a lot of people that want the world to be kinder just out and about on daily errands.
When my daughter was 3, I brought her to see Santa Claus for the first time at the local library. After a few minutes, she wanted to leave because she didn't like the crowd and the noise. So we went and walked around the library for 45 minutes or so, and then she said she wanted to go see Santa. I told her the event was ending and he might be gone, but we would check anyway.
When we got to the room, everyone but Santa had left and he was on his feet. I told him that my daughter wanted to say goodbye to him. As tired as I am sure he was, he knelt down, gave her a hug and told her that Santa loved her. He went out of his way to give her a wonderful memory and I will always be grateful for that.
Back in 2011, when I started learning salsa, I was standing on the side on the dance floor after having practiced but did not have confidence because I was pretty bad and a couple of dancers did not like me much because I did not dance well so was feeling pretty awful … That was when Nicole came to me with a big smile and asked me to dance with her in German and I replied in half German half English that I was not good at it and she said “don’t worry”… and then … there was no stopping … in the coming years whenever a new dancer would tell me they are new I used to say the same words as Nicole said to me … rest is history… until Covid I used to dance six times a month … now I miss it SOO much and I hardly have time … and before finishing this post I wrote to Nicole just now!
@SCityCuddler Thank you. Just in case anybody wants to know. That's the Beartooth Highway (hwy. 210) between Red Lodge Mt. and Cooke City MT. Charles Kuralt called it the most spectacular 60 miles of highway in the country.
This was taken in July, and if you're wondering why my wife is wearing a down parka, it's because the road summit is at an elevation of 10,947'.
@pmvines LMAO! what the ....? LOL. You are priceless. I'm gonna look at that pic so much. oh my gosh. ha ha ha ha ha ha No one will post anything funnier that this all week. I'm laughing so hard I may black out! I want to say so much inappropriate stuff. (Giggling) It's funny how cats like to come in the bathroom with you.
@pmvines P.S. I see your toenails are going commando - no polish. I'm glad Sir Louis Lucifer Von Kittenstein is faring well. Still laughing.
@GreatHornedOwl I googled The Bear Tooth Highway, I really need to drive that stretch, it's so beautiful the pics almost seem fake. I have Glacier National Park in MT. on my parks to visit list, I'll add driving that hgwy to my list now. Thanks for sharing where that pic was taken.
@sunnysideup I agree with you about people wanting it to be a kinder world. Those simple acts cause such a positive ripple effect.
@WriterGF How sweet of Santa to go out of his way to make your daughters experience a memorable one. That's such a sweet story. I bet it really impacted your daughter, having Santa tell her he loves her and all. I bet she retold that story a lot to her friends. I bet it was adorable each time!
@HUGGGGGG First off I'm impressed you speak German, I've been told it's one the toughest languages to learn. I'm so glad Nicole was there to bring you out and encourage you unto the dance floor. I bet you became a really fabulous salsa dancer. I think it's awesome that you greeted new students the same way Nicole greeted you.
I was about to be wheeled into orthognathic surgery when I was 31. It completed my orthodontic treatment.
I had a horrible migraine and told one of the nurses. She said we can't give you anything now, but I bet it will be gone when you come to. She then took my hand as I was wheeled into surgery. Very comforting and relaxing. That migraine was gone when I saw her in recovery.
@achetocuddle yeah he is pretty glued to me lol. If I dont close the door he will burst in and try to jump inside my pants when they are down 🤣
My boss once noticed I was depressed. I assume it showed in my production.
He offered to pick me up to attend a group therapy program with his wife. She suffered from it as well. His willingness to share and support me went a long way. I heard from several people at the group. I realized my issues paled in comparison to what others were going through. I was immediately better.
When I was in college, my Uncle (Mom's BIL) bought me a car. It was a clunker but reliable. Beat hitchhiking
@sunnysideup Same when I was a shift. But I eventually left that job and specifically cited that manager as the reason why. Laziness and injustice aside, it's a security risk to leave someone alone like that.
~ Sunset Snuggles
@SCityCuddler many thanks! Perhaps what I wrote came out a bit wrong … My German language skills go through the floor, I think I can read and understand it better than have a proper conversation … I don’t count German among the languages I know that is the true level of my German skills… but I’m so glad this thread gave me the impetus to contact Nicole and we had a lovely exchange this afternoon
@TigerFan I'm so happy that you've been shown so many acts of kindness, cheers to many more. 🥂
@HUGGGGGG So, awesome you reached out to Nicole, I bet she really enjoyed reconnecting with you. 🤗
@SCityCuddler I've driven Going to the Sun Roar in Glacier N.P. several times, and it is beautiful, bot not near so as is the Beartooth Highway. Between the Shoshone and Custer Gallatin National Forests, the Absoroka Beartooth Wilderness Area, and Yellowstone N.P. adjacent to them, I haven't bothered going back to Glacier in years.
@GreatHornedOwl I've been to Yellowstone a few times, love it! I've got a few road trips planned this summer and I really want to make it a point to visit places like Bear Tooth Hgwy. I'm hoping to drive Trail Of The Ancients in Utah & Colorado this summer. That specific one is a 9 hour drive but has access to 3 really awesome state parks.
During a desperate time when I needed to panhandle and people showed me so much kindness with the money they gave me and offering to buy me food. I once was the person who would give to homeless people when I could and when I got it back it touched my heart.
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@SCityCuddler This is really a great question!! I read through a lot of the answers, very heartwarming. My second love languages is acts of service so reading these Just warms my heart that friends and strangers who help one another it’s such a beautiful thing. Yeah and I could be here all night thinking of all the wonderful things people have done for me friends and strangers. But one that always makes me cry (because I’m so grateful) is when I was 17 yrs old I still hadn’t gotten my drivers license. I think I wasn’t as confident as my sisters. My parents had no time to help me. So one of my mothers friends came over one day and said I’m gonna pick you up every day after school and take you driving. And he did it every day for a couple months till I knew what I was doing. When I look back on it not sure how he was able to do that. The thing was I still didn’t get my license so a year later my cousin came and got me and said I’m gonna take you through this course till you know what you’re doing completely she somehow got the information of what the course would be in the drivers license Bureau. She took me around that course all day over and over till I did it perfectly. That day I got my license. I still don’t like to drive. But I’m really good at it now at least. To me those were not small act, But very sacrificial acts! Whenever I tell the story I can’t help to cry. One day I saw the gentleman in the bookstore years later and I went to thank him again and all I could do was cry. I was so grateful.!!
@FectionKitty I'm so glad people were so giving to you, in your time of need. How kind of you to help others out too. Crazy how giving can go full circle.
@KozyKim You had a team of caring people seeing to it that you could drive with confidence. That's so sweet and so selfless of all of them. I'm so glad you were able to see the gentleman that helped you drive every day after school, what a sweetheart! I bet that meant a lot to him.
Sent my daughter in to buy some groceries mid C-19; she came out saying the card was being wonky. So I went in thinking she was goofy n messed it up somehow. Nope. My card was locked. Almost $100 worth of meat and food (which wasn’t easily available in Colorado at the time) and I panicked, apologizing and looked at the food like my world crashed. Her and I walked towards the car and the AMAZING woman behind me screamed for me to stop, RAN TO ME , and drug us back and paid for it and I begged her not to while praying she’d insist as we didn’t have meat at home and had just ran outta milk. All she asked for was a hug because no one had hugged her that year because of C-19. I YANKED HER IN for a bear hug and bawled. That woman allowed us to eat for two weeks on that food. I still think of her today.
When I was in kindergarten, I had a little friend named Jackie. She was a pretty little girl with blonde pigtails. She was the smartest little girl I have ever known. She truly was an old soul though she was only five years old. Jackie lived three houses down from me on the corner. Every morning she would knock on our front door and we would walk to school together. As we passed her house, her Mom would wave at us through the window. Sometimes she would open it and say in her German accent "Hold Jackie's hand!" and I would. In those days nobody seemed to worry about kids being abducted while walking to school or playing outside. At first, we were in the same classroom and we were inseparable. We always sat together or played at recess. Every kid had their own mat to sit on or rest on, on the floor after recess. One day our teacher took pictures of all her students to post on the bulletin board. I remember her kneeling on the playground taking our picture while Jackie and I sat under a palm tree. About a month after school began, a handful of kids were transferred to another class for some reason; I was one of them. I missed Jackie, but we still played together at recess. After school, Jackie would always be waiting for me by the fence next to the street and we would walk home. We usually spent the afternoons playing outside or watching TV or listening to records at my house. There was a big, vacant lot at the end of the block, directly across the street from her house. There was a lemon tree there and sometimes we would pick the lemons and try sucking on them even though they were sour. She and I would lie on our backs, hold hands and tell each other what things we could see in the clouds. Sometimes I would pick wild daisies for her and she would make a little garland and put them in her hair. We would often talk about our favorite music (The Beatles, Beethoven and Peter, Paul & Mary) or TV shows we liked (Batman, The Green Hornet, That Girl The Monkees and The Man from UNCLE). Three months after the school year started, my Mom told us our family would soon be moving away. My Dad worked for Union Oil Company of California and he received a big promotion and was being transferred from California to Oregon to supervise a new chemical plant. We left right after Christmas break. On the day we were leaving, the moving company arrived early in the morning and began loading all our furniture and boxes onto a truck. I recall it was raining very heavily that morning, unusual for Southern California. I was helping my oldest sister pack some of her things when there was a knock at the door. My other sister answered it and it was Jackie. I thought she had forgotten we were moving and had come to get me for school. I had already said goodbye to her. I went to the door; and I can still picture her standing there in her galoshes and little flowered coat, dripping wet and holding her umbrella. I said "We're moving today. Don't you remember I told you?" "Yes", she said. "I remember. I wanted to give you this." She reached in her coat pocket and took out a little gold box. Inside was a wilted daisy I had given her the previous summer, the photo our teacher had taken of the two of us sitting together on the playground and a 1904 Indian Head penny. "For good luck." she explained. Her Grandfather had given it to her a long time ago. I looked at her; there were tears welling in her blue eyes. "I will never forget you. Please don't forget me." she said. That was 53 years ago. I have never forgotten her.
@Blackadder 🥺😢🥺