Unforgettable Kindness

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After my last break up which was horrible and traumatic and heartbreaking I took to some depths of nerdiness in which I immersed myself in online gaming. There was a guy in the group of people I played with who had, as his username, the name of the girl my ex had basically left me for. Being the wound was so fresh anything that triggered memories of that relationship breakdown would drag me right back into the past and cause me to linger and get sad all over again. That name was in particular a painful reminder.

One day, in a moment of weakness and selfishness, I confessed to him that I hated his name, and I briefly mentioned why.

The next day I noticed he had a new name. He'd paid the fee to change it and later told me to regard it as though nothing had ever happened - he'd needed a new name anyway.

It was a relatively small thing in the scheme of things, but it's something I still remember because it was such an unexpected act of kindness.

A lot of people have been monumentally kind to me in times of need. This was one that I felt comfortable with sharing.

Share with me some moments of kindness you've experienced that you'll never forget.
 
Once I was driving behind this old lady and when we finally got to a stop light I didn't get out of my car, pull her out of hers and beat the ever-lovin' shit out of her and leave her for dead in the middle of the road. Bitch never did thank me.
 
Once I was driving behind this old lady and when we finally got to a stop light I didn't get out of my car, pull her out of hers and beat the ever-lovin' shit out of her and leave her for dead in the middle of the road. Bitch never did thank me.


She's an ungrateful bint. You are a saint and I imagine you frequently disperse these random acts of kindness --

BUT WHAT HAS SOMEONE DONE FOR YOU



Also, every time I'm stuck behind an asshole standing on the "walk" side of the escalator I want to shove them down the steps and each time I do I think to myself I'm saving a life and it makes me feel better.
 
I remember a time when a very kind and beautiful young girl helped me out in a time of dire need.

If I ever find see her again I'd like to thank her.
 
After the break up I couldn't deal with being on my own. I basically ran away for a month and spent the time with a friend who let me crash at his place. He took care of me and let me cry and totally got me high. It was pretty extraordinary given the circumstances. That's something I'll never forget.
 
I remember a time when a very kind and beautiful young girl helped me out in a time of dire need.

If I ever find see her again I'd like to thank her.

She's probably not around anymore. Hookers don't have a long life expectancy.
 
No one has ever been kind to me, not even that bitch I knew as Mom.

I am a better, stronger person for it.
 
i've had people be incredibly kind to me in the past by helping me not die. it was neat. details will not be posted here.
 
Yeah, I've done some stuff, I've had some stuff done to me. Most of it has been kind and incredibly generous. I believe in Karma and lately it's been paying me back in amazing ways.
 
I was setting up some scaffolding years ago downtown Vancouver when I saw some dude snatch an old Asian woman's purse. He ran down the sidewalk towards me, when he got close enough I rammed the scaffold into his face, shattering his cheek bone and rendering him unconscious.

The old broad never said thank you.

She may have in her native language, I don't know. The bitch didn't even take the time to learn how to say thank you in English.
 
I was in Vancouver a long time ago, when I noticed someone slip a grenade into a poor Asian woman's purse. I took it and tried to get it as far away from her as possible, when some fucking idiot construction worker moved his scaffolding in front of me by mistake. Shattered my cheek and rendered me unconscious. I heard she gave him a good cussing out but that he just stood there making fun of her accent.

Last time I help an old woman, I'll tell you that.
 
I make personalised memorials for people to store the ashes of their departed loved ones. Possibly one of the saddest jobs I ever had to do was to put the ashes of a war hero into an urn that was the shape of a hand grenade.
 
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