When I was 5, back in the old days when kids were allowed to play alone and away from home, as I was walking to a park at the end of my street I was set upon by 3 dogs and bitten twice. From a 5 year olds perspective these were huge dogs, I was terrified. A lady who I never met was driving by. She stopped her car, chased the dogs off of me and took me home. I don't know how it would have turned out had she not stopped but this is a big part of the reason why I'm still scared of large dogs and why I react so negatively when I hear about dogs harming small children.

I have been blessed many times over. Several principals in Covington knew to call me if they had needy students and many did not hesitate. I never gave $$ to the family directly but to the school Family Resource Center to provide them the vouchers or gift cards to purchase what the family might need. I never knew, or know now, who received it. Didn't matter, I trusted the schools. We have bought beds, provided cars, made Christmas nice, etc. for many kids and I will continue as long as I can.

 

Not a stranger, but my uncle got me through several years at college by sending $$. I never asked, but he seemed to always know when I needed it most.

Oops , I just remembered the " stranger " part . No reading comprehension.

A couple weeks back I was mowing and saw a disabled car along the road. The 2 people inside had a small baby and were out of gas. I put 5 gallons of gas I had got for the mower in there car.

I just had a friends mother pass away 6 weeks ago or so. My wife and I went to the visitation/funeral on Friday. I went Saturday morning and got my haircut after leaving, I walk into Frisch's to see her family eating breakfast. I had the manager bring me the bill for 8-9 people in the family.

When I was around 17 years old I left a Metallica concert in Lexington, it was down pouring rain on the way back and I hit something. I stop in Paris at a gas station and had a hole in the oil pan. It's late I got a 16 year old girl with me whose parents didn't think much of me anyway, and I had little cash with me. There were a couple guys getting gas who went to a nearby wal-mart got some JB Weld and patched the oil pan to get me home.

I absolutely love these stories!! Giving is so therapeutic; you never know the impact it has on the giver/receiver.

 

Awhile back I became acquainted with a young gas station cashier. I would stop there most mornings on my way to work for gas, soft drink, etc. She was just one of those upbeat, sweethearts that are fun to chit chat with and makes everyone happy.

 

Anyway, one morning she was crying and her co-worker shared that the young woman had become pregnant, the guy had run off, and she was not sure what to do. My husband & I decided to give this girl all the baby stuff we had recently accumulated (pack n play, stroller, clothes). I’ll never forget the look in her eyes when we dropped off everything. It really helped me through a tough blow / low point that I was dealing with at the time.

From the "it's a small gesture but it meant a lot:"

 

I was dating a girl who was a student at UK. I was not. IU and Bobby Knight were playing UK at Rupp. I tried to sneak in on a student ID but , as luck would have it, I got the one guy who was checking IDs closely. No go.

 

My girlfriend and I went back out to the concourse looking to buy a ticket (despite me having very little cash). Everyone had two to sell and wouldn't sell just one.

 

A guy overheard my plight and gave me a ticket for no charge. Said someone had helped him out once. It was my first time ever attending a UK game. Meant a lot that the guy would do that.

Not counting my wonderful parents, to whom I owe my soul, I think the best one was when my transmission dropped out on my on my old Delta 88 on I-71 in Gallatin Co. when I was headed to my folks' house.

 

Didn't have a cell phone, so I'm hoofing it the 6 miles to the exit along with my dog. I got about 1.5 into it and a guy was kind enough to pick me up and take me and the dog the rest of the way to my folks' place, about 10 miles.

 

I don't try to keep track on the other end. I just try to do nice things for folks and hopefully the karma pays back when I'm in a jam, such as above.

The nicest thing done for me by a stranger was back when I was building cell phone/radio towers. We were building a radio tower in Monroe, Louisiana. We were a bit behind schedule because of bad weather and were not able to go home for Thanksgiving. A man who had been hunting the surrounding property approached us a few days before Thanksgiving and told us that he had been watching us build the tower and was amazed by the process and how quick it went up. He offered to take the 6 of us out to lunch on Thanksgiving day, then gave each of us $200 after lunch and said Merry Christmas. Between lunch and his gift, he spent around $2000 on us that day.

 

As far as the nicest thing I've ever done for a stranger, I wouldn't really consider it a nice thing, but rather the right thing. I was heading home from a friends house one night and when I approached an intersection I watched an SUV run a red light and swerve directly into a utility pole. Being late at night I thought the guy was likely drunk. As I got closer the car was pinned up against the pole still running at full throttle, spinning the tires. I got out and ran over to the SUV and the guy was passed out, doors were locked and the windows were rolled up, the driver side rear tire was literally on fire at this point. Another guy that pulled up called 911 and I ran to my jeep and grabbed a tire iron, busted the passenger rear window so I could get in and shut the car off. Police, ems, and fire arrived and tried to revive the guy, turned out he had a heart attack. I didn't think he was going to make it as they hadn't had any luck reviving him. I found out a few days later from a nurse I know that he did survive.

Something a little bit different than the norm...Was standing in line at a small, rural post office about 8 years ago. Only one other guy in line, who was in front of me. He had had a letter returned, with it being stamped that there was no deliverable address. He lit the clerk up one side and down the other about how the address was correct, blah, blah, blah. She said if he wanted to resend it, he could, but that she couldn't guarantee it wouldn't be sent back again. In a very caustic tone, he said "Fine!". His eyes nearly bugged out when she told him that it would cost another 44 cents, since the originally postage had already been used/cancelled. So, now he starts making it personal and telling her she's just a thief and this is all a scam. Now, mind you this letter was going from Kentucky to Florida. The poor clerk was polite through the whole thing, but by the end the guy was asking for her name and her supervisor's phone number. After the guy finally left, she apologized to me! Told her not to worry about it.

Got home and using the same information that she had given the other guy, I called her supervisor in Cincinnati to explain what I saw. Told her that I didn't know if the other guy was going to call, but felt that they should know the real story. The supervisor thanked me and said "I'll be quite honest, we don't get too many calls like yours!"

Mrs. TAC drives cancer patients to their treatments about every other week. Plus she travels to elderly lady's homes to fix their hair. She is the one with the big heart in our family. I used to hand out tootsie rolls for the K of C for years. It always amazed me at the people who walk up that don't look like they have a dime are the ones that would drop in a $20.00.

Mrs. TAC drives cancer patients to their treatments about every other week. Plus she travels to elderly lady's homes to fix their hair. She is the one with the big heart in our family. I used to hand out tootsie rolls for the K of C for years. It always amazed me at the people who walk up that don't look like they have a dime are the ones that would drop in a $20.00.

 

Mrs. TAC is an angel.

My family was on vacation, headed to Virginia Beach, when I was about 7 or 8 years old & my older sister 10 or 11. Mom had just taken over driving duties for Dad when the temperature light came on & the car started sputtering. Dad tells Mom to pull the car over ASAP and discovers the seam on the side of the radiator had blown. Dad tried to patch it along the side of the Interstate, but to no avail. So we're stranded on the side of the road, somewhere in Virginia, and all of a sudden a white Pontiac Firebird pulls off beside us. Bumper-sticker on the back of his car said "Volunteer Fireman." Guy that gets out goes about 6'7" and 300 pounds. Man's name is Anthony and he piles our entire family into his Firebird, takes the radiator to a welder friend of his who fixes it for about $10. He then drives us back to our car, absolutely refuses to take money, but my Dad insists and gives him something like $20 for his help.

 

Didn't mean as much to me since I was so young, but my Dad remembers everything about that day and that gentleman. He came to the rescue for our entire family & we had a good vacation.

Yesterday I left my cell phone outside of our vehicle at a local park. Took out our bikes and rode for 4 hours. When I returned a note was left on the car that they had placed my phone on the front tire. Awesome stuff.

Mrs. TAC is an angel.

No arguments from me on that statement!