What is the most complimentary thing, that anyone has ever said about you?

I was backing my super train (2 trailer, 30wheel, 83feet long) unit in beside the loading dock and another driver who I have no idea was stopped and came up to me and said You are very good at backing that unit up.
It just put a smile on my face from ear to ear.

That I made their colonoscopy fun.

That I set the bar high for everyone.

@SQUEEKY2 That is pretty impressive – I would probably wreck the rig and the loading dock. Kudos -

I have been told many times I have made someones day with my humor. Also that I am very genuine and that people always know exactly where they stand with me. No wishy washy, run hot & cold, emotional unpredictability with me. I show up exactly the same all the time, every time.

My boss is constantly telling me how much she values me, appreciates me and loves my willingness and flexibility to take on last minute requests. My ex husband said I was the funniest person he ever knew and my best friend calls me “the Iron horse” because of my strength and adaptability.
My daughter says I am hilarious and crazy. haha

You know, I can’t really remember (I do remember most of the bad things). I have been told many times that I have a great speaking voice (but that was nothing I did).

“Doing good seat 5”.

That’s what Joseph “Nappy” Napoleon said to me twice (I was later told that he never makes such complements). We were in a Hawaiian outrigger canoe in a race from Molokai to Oahu last October. Nappy was steering the canoe in seat six right behind me.

Me and Nappy just after the race.

I was a novice with less than 2 years of experience paddling on a 12 man crew commanded by Hawaii’s most loved and famous canoe racer. He’s a member off Hawaii’s Sports Hall of Fame and has raced the 41 mile distance from Molokai to Waikiki every year since 1958.

But I was there paddling with world class paddling athletes in the most prestigious canoe race.

I wasn’t even suppose to paddle as I was designated the extra incase a paddler got sick or injured. But about ¼ of the way into the race I was given a chance to show my paddling ability. It was my big opportunity and I gave at least 100% in every paddle stroke.

After the changeout I got back on the support boat the other paddlers just raved about how well I did. One asked, “Where did you learn to paddle like that!”. And one said that the canoe moved noticeably faster when I was paddling.

On the next change and in all further changes I was put in seat 3 (also known as the engine room of the canoe) all the way to Waikiki where we finished in 2nd place in our class.

It was one of the high points of my life.

That I have been a good father. Nothing can top that for me.

Very important to me were Gail’s compliments about my English (it being my secondary language (and her teaching me to better it)).

Recently someone complimented me on my photography, she liked what she saw, especially a certain one.
She wrote:
”This one in particular is moving.
When I was a very young girl I had a dream of a perfect place of perfect love.
Imagine my delight at seeing this image,
a perfect reproduction of my dream.
Thank you for sharing your work and
for bringing back a wonderful memory.

That made my day.

My Dad said to me twice in the last six months of his life, “You do everything so well.” Made me feel terrific – it was a parting gift.

Wow, you peeps are freakin’ amazing, keep ‘em coming. I like it when I see people take deserved pride in their abilities, way too much, “woe is me / doom and gloom” crapola in this old world. Kudos to one and all, I can only hope more people pipe in on this.

At a very low time in my life, someone asked if I would father her child. That comment meant more to me than any other, probably because I couldn’t believe anyone thought I had any traits they would want to pass down.

I had a friend when I was in New Orleans, an artist, who was known not only for her art, but also for her fiery temper. She was also caring and sensitive, but she’d go off in a rage from the slightest seemingly insignificant provocation, at which time I would quietly seek the nearest exit and disappear.

When she was ready to move to Australia, we threw a party. When I was leaving, she came up to me and said, “Please don’t ever change your outlook on life, for you are truly a gentle man!”

- Every time someone tells me they’d rather watch films with me than anyone else because I’m so knowledgeable about them.
– The time many years ago writer Tom Wolfe (with him I worked at a NMY newspaper) told me he thought the short piece I wrote about an experience at the 1963 March on Washington was “terrific writing.” I had asked for his opinion and the only change he suggested was changing the word “but” to “and” to make one sentence clearer.
– When Ed McMahon told me the Frito-Lay commercial I had written for him was “great copy” after recording it on the Tonight Show set during a break. (Years later I spoke with him briefly at his book-signing and reminded him about much his kind words had meant to a young copywriter.
– When a young man I had interviewed for a job on my creative team five years earlier told me that even though he didn’t hire me it was the most pleasant and instructive interview he’d ever had.
– Every time my SO tells me she loves me

“It’d break my heart if we got into a fight”.

Being told that I’m relaxing to be around, that I’m easy to talk to, down to earth…those are the compliments that I cherish the most. I can remember being told that by a troubled friend and it meant a lot to me, more than many other compliments I’ve received. Compliments on appearances or intelligence are pleasant to hear, but they seem generic to me, and too freely given out. But if someone is telling me (in whatever way they choose) that I’m a positive presence in their lives, I know it’s incredibly genuine.

@DominicY Yes, being easy going, down to earth and a low maintenance friend is a great thing.

You’re the ginchiest, grooviest, most outtasight, farout, heavy dude this side of Timothy Leary. For some reason, I only got compliments in the 60’s. ;-o

@Brian1946 You’re a cool ol’ man.
Now you have a compliment from 2010s too. :)

I get complimented frequently for my passion for work and taking ownership. But over a period of time I have learnt to take them with a pinch of salt and not get overwhelmed by them and try to find hidden agenda if any.

We once had a very beautiful receptionist at work, and just about every young guy was crazy about her. One morning when I arrived, she told me that she’d gone to a party the night before, and a guy asked her out within five minutes of their being introduced.

She said that she felt a little uncomfortable being asked out so quickly after meeting someone, but that “I told him ‘yes’ because he reminded me of you….”

@Sneki2

Thanks!

Now I only have to wait 2 years, 4 months, and 1 week for my 2020’s compliment. ;-p

My husband is awfully good at backing big shit up. He also loves doing it. He backs stuff up for no reason. And I…I am the professional back up coordinator (think Top Gun, and the guys with the flags on the carrier.) Between him and me we can get a 30 foot trailer within an inch, all the way around, of our goal. Of course it took him a while to start actually listening to me, and to trust me, and not question my every direction.

I used to get tons of compliments on my looks, but two stand out in my mind, because they were both from women who didn’t have an agenda. One was from my HS English teacher. I was standing at her desk when she looked up. This…look, passed over her face and she said, “You should be a model.” That stuck with me.
Another, a few years later, when I was working as a waitress. I waited on this couple and the girl said to me, “You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen!” That was pretty cool. Of course..they hadn’t seen my two of my granddaughter’s eyes at that point because it was a few decades before they were born. :)

Well, guess that’s the end of this one, no one chiming in the last few days. Oh well. I enjoyed seeming some positive outlooks for a change. Thank you for your participation in this one, jellies.

Well, once I took my first two motherless boys to Lake of the Ozarks with me and two of my kids. Among other things I took them to the swimming pool.
I was later approached by a couple who’d been watching us at the pool and said, “We were just amazed at how evenly you treated all those kids. If it wasn’t obvious that two of them weren’t yours we wouldn’t have known.” Truman and Thurman are black. Yes, yes. They could have been adopted, they could have been anything, but they weren’t.
I got a kick of them telling me that. It’s not even anything I had ever thought about.

Kudos! I am proud of you! And here I thought that the upbeat answers were gone with the wind. And it really is hard to be impartial in a situation like that, I’m in a similar situation with one of my grand kids. I can tell you about that later, if you wish.

Sure. We’re the only ones here! Talk away. I’d like to hear it.

Got to run to the store to get more frikkin school supplies, it never ends – catch you up on that later this evening,

I often am complimented on my singing voice in church. It is nothing special, but hymns from the pew behind you must just be my sweet spot.