For the last six years there have been many opportunities for people to do kind things for me, and they’ve always been thanked.
But the kindest would have to be from a woman who I kind of worked with. When my wife died I was totally lost. I didn’t know what to do, didn’t even know where to start. The majority of my family is up in NJ, they didn’t care for my wife, and it was difficult getting information in a timely manner.
But this woman called people for information, scheduled things for me, gave me advice, called me to remind me of things I had to do, gave me and kids food (and it was good!)... And at work, even though we don’t technically work for the same people, she did a lot of things I didn’t know about—including calling HR and letting them know what was going on and, from what I can tell because no one will tell me outright, saving my job because I missed a lot of days of work. I’ve thanked her, many times, but I never feel it’s enough.
On a related note, I had five days to vacate the house the kids and I were living in. It was a furnished house, which was good but there was no way I could find a place for me, three cats, two birds and four kids in five days. That’s why I had to give them up. But when I did find a place I called a service here where unemployed people wait around for something to do. I said I needed help moving and had to do it fast.
They sent two guys who were amazing. I told them what was going on and that I would be practically useless to help them. They said, “You point, we’ll move. Don’t worry about it.” So I did, and they did. They even got things I had forgotten about, packed a bunch of stuff. They were like mind readers. And, yeah, they got thanked too.