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What is the coolest thing you've ever done?
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Brian-2N    Posted 10-31-2003 at 05:35:43       [Reply]  [Send Email]
This board has some nice folks, who generally get along without too much disagreement. Let me hear some stories, about the nicest, coolest thing you have done for someone. I'm talking about something that when others see or hear about it they get misty eyed, give you the thumbs up and say Aaaaaa!
I'll save my story for a while, until I've heard some of yours.


willie j    Posted 11-02-2003 at 07:40:02       [Reply]  [Send Email]
Nice stories All. Like wetting your pants while wearing a dark suit, gives a warm feeling but nobody notices. Sorry about that, but seriously folks-
I'm a retired bus driver. One winter night about 15 years ago was on a run from Minneapolis southbound. I have the appearance of an old grouch, but really a softie. I noticed that a young lady carrying a crying baby was heading to the pay phone at every pick-up station. At the Des Moines transfer stop I asked if there was a problem. She was going to California, had tickets in coat pocket but forgot purse in Dad's car. She asked about Western Union so Dad could wire here some money. Next bus stop that had Western Union was Cheyene Wy. Gave her a $20 bill & sent her across the street to convience store to get some food for baby. Figured I would never hear about it, just write it off as public relations.
About a week later company president called me into office. Had a nice thank you letter from her Dad with a $20 bill enclosed. Still get a fuzzy feeling when I think about it.
Willie


Harley    Posted 11-02-2003 at 03:35:39       [Reply]  [Send Email]
I have about 3hr. of the old 8mm movie film of my Dad that passed away 20 years ago (at 45 years old). They span from 1950-1970. No one has seen them for about 30 years, I found them in a box. with a 8mm projecter shown on the wall I copyed them to VHS tape with a camcorder (8min. at a time), made 4 copys of it and gave one to my Mom,Bro. and Sis. for Cristmas.
Each one said thank you, but it was the next day after they saw it each one called crying. That was the best Cristmas ever. Thank You for letting me share this with you. Harley


big fred    Posted 11-01-2003 at 13:11:04       [Reply]  [No Email]
Cool? Well, when I was in college I walked about a mile to class when the wind chill was -66F.


Randy    Posted 11-01-2003 at 03:28:17       [Reply]  [No Email]
About 15 years ago I moved to California. Bought a store and lost everything. Moved to Kansa where some real nice people helped us out. After a year we came home to CT and I started up my landscaping business again. I now make sure that when people that really need the help and don't have much money that the lawn still gets mowed or whatever they need gets done for them. Might be only once a month I do something or might do it 3 or 4 times a month but it's consistent.


Randy    Posted 11-01-2003 at 03:41:16       [Reply]  [No Email]
Forgot the big one. I lived with a lady for 16 years. Always told her if something happened to us I would take care of her. Bought her a house a couple years ago and send her money every month. She has always had a feeling that she would lose every place she lived in, that worry is now gone. Lots of people think I'm crazy for doing this but we made a deal. If the tables were turned she would do the same. Also makes my wife feel comfortable that if something happened to us I would always be there for her.


DougKirk    Posted 11-01-2003 at 01:00:01       [Reply]  [Send Email]
I'm sure some of you may have heard the song Strawberry Wine, by Deana Carter. I rewrote the words to suit the way I feel about my Grandfather and The Heavenly one too.
"He Turned the Water to Wine"
"1 Verse"
I remember when I was younger in my grandpa arms.
I guess he knew I'd have this hunger so he pointed to a star.
He talked about a young virgin who gave birth to a child,
and he would grow up to be tender and mild.
From the shores of gallalee he spoke to multitudes on the path,
about how they'd live a life and then it's past.
"Chorus"
He turned the water to wine, set me free.
He laid his life on the line for you and me.
It just takes a little time down on your knees,
and pray to the one who turned the water to wine.
"2 verse"
I still remember the words my grandpa told.
Now its nearing December and I'm 30 years old.
All the people are shopping at the stores and the mall.
I wonder if they will listen to his ever beckon call.
Cause theres going to be a day when we look on his face,
and know about his saving grace.
"Repeat Chorus"
"Third Verse"
The churches are empty now years since they've seen the crowds, are you out of touch.
Will you be with him or lost in hells avalanche,
now is he asking too much, Ohhhh Noooo.

He turned the water to wine set me free.
He laid his life on the line for you and me.
It just takes a little time down on your knees and pray to the one who turn the water to wine.
Set me free he laid his life on the line for you and me.
It just takes a little time down on your knees and pray to the one who turned the water to wine.
End
Funny thing is I haven't pursured producing the song, but would love to hear it on the radio some day by someone truly filled with the spirit. I wrote it a number of years ago and have passed it out to other members of different churches hoping to hear it someday. Still waiting, could some one please help. I guess I could call that being something cool, one day.


Les    Posted 10-31-2003 at 19:23:37       [Reply]  [No Email]
What I done was really cool. I just can't remember it right now.


Renfrew    Posted 11-01-2003 at 08:51:26       [Reply]  [No Email]
Yup, that happens to me, too, Les. I know I do cool stuff for people every day but I just can't remember it.


Les    Posted 11-01-2003 at 09:25:01       [Reply]  [No Email]
I think that's the way it's supposed to work, ain't it?


Linda in UT    Posted 10-31-2003 at 18:23:55       [Reply]  [No Email]
When I was in nursing school, I took care of an elderly lady who had been on a bus tour with other seniors. She tripped over a parking bumper at a restaurant in our city and fell, breaking her leg. Here she was, in a city she had never visited before; she knew no one; and her daughter couldn't fly in for a couple of days.

When I first went to her room, I happened to see her quietly crying. She quickly hid her tears and didn't know I had seen her sadness. She put on a good front, but careful questioning brought out the details of her dilemma.

When I returned home that day, I called the local senior citizens center and asked if there were some seniors who would be interested in visiting this lady. They thought they could probably help out and I let it go at that & never told anyone what I had done.

Over the next few days, whenever I glanced into this lady's room, there would be another senior sitting quietly in a chair knitting or crocheting, or visiting with "my" lady - and I would always feel a smile on my face as I walked by.

A few weeks later, there was a letter to the editor from the lady's daughter. She said she didn't know how this had all occurred, but that there certainly were angels in our city. She said she never figured out how the nice folks in our city knew her mother needed help, but they came through when her mother needed it most and she would be grateful forever.

My grandmother always did kind things for others, and she taught me to "pass it on" when someone did something special for me. Over my lifetime, folks have done many kindnesses for me, and I'll always endeavor to "pass it on."


toolman    Posted 10-31-2003 at 17:49:51       [Reply]  [No Email]
i just try an do whats right by people all the time ,don,t much keep track of anything special i do never saw a need too.


Fawteen    Posted 10-31-2003 at 15:54:24       [Reply]  [No Email]
LOTS of nice folks here, ain't there?

Don't recall ever having done any single good deed that measures up to any of these. I've snuck in a few here and there, just day to day good neighbor stuff mostly.

My favorite ones are the ones that are comletely anonymous. I play a little game with myself, and one of the rules is, if ANYONE finds out whodunnit, it don't count. Don't even tell SWMBO about it.


~Lenore    Posted 10-31-2003 at 11:45:22       [Reply]  [No Email]
I made a bank deposit and requested $200 in $50s and deposit the rest.
I used my bank's drive though.
Got the envelope with the $200 and just drove home.
Usually I would just have tucked the envelope away till I needed one of those $50s.
This day as I sat in the driveway, I opened the envelope and found five fifties!
I backed out of the drive way and drove back to the bank; signaled for the same girl.
I handed her the envelope back and told her to count it.
I tried to do it discretly so as not to get her in trouble.
She was very thankful.
If I had not checked the envelope I never would have found the error.
I now check and count every time.

It was not a really cool thing but I know that teller was glad she was not $50 short when she had to check out that Friday evening.


Ludwig    Posted 10-31-2003 at 10:21:43       [Reply]  [No Email]
Couple years ago the company I worked for then made a piece of software that compressed video files for the web. They decided it'd be nice to sell a piece of hardware to speed up the compression.
They told us that they could do the speed up in software, but this way they could sell a board that was very cheap to produce and make huge profit.
I asked "but isn't that fraud?" Well not exactly apparently the board did actually help some, but they could have made all the speed gain without it.
I stood up and announced "Well if thats the way this company works I'm not going to have any part in it, I QUIT!" and out I marched.
Got a call at home that afternoon, apparently all the folks in my group followed me out. The company was left with no tech support for 2 days until the decision was reversed and we came back.

They paid me back a year later by laying me off. I get the last laugh now though they're going out of business, largely due to knuckleheaded ideas like that one.


Okay, here's mine-Brian-2    Posted 10-31-2003 at 07:26:57       [Reply]  [Send Email]
Great stories so far-keep them coming.
I mentioned below to Cindi's post about movies that one of my favorites, "Fiddler on the Roof", led me to do something cool.
It was my mother's favorite movie. I bought her the videotape, and she wore it out watching it.
She had the soundtrack on LP. She loved "Sunrise, Sunset", that Tevye and Golda sing as background to their daughter's wedding. If you've heard the song or seen the movie, you'll know how beautiful it is.
I made up a lame excuse to borrow the LP, and recorded it to a cassette (no mean feat).
For my wedding, I had the DJ play it for the mother's dance with the groom.
In the short 6' she had to walk to the dance-floor, she was already crying. I held her tight and danced, sobbing myself. She looked up at me with tear filled eyes and said it was the happiest day of her life (no I'm not an only child).
I was thrilled to make her so happy, with one of her favorite songs from one of her favorite movies.
If I live to be 100, I doubt I'll do anything so cool again, no matter how hard I try.


Willy-N    Posted 10-31-2003 at 07:04:15       [Reply]  [No Email]
One time going home from a Job out in the boonies with another guy in the middle of a snow storm running late and it was starting to get dark. As we were going down the road I told the driver to stop the Van and back up I thought I saw some tracks going over a drop off. It was snowing pretty good by then and the tracks were allmost gone. Whem I looked over the bank there was a car on it side down out of view. We crawed down to it and there was this little old lady in it cring jammed up against the drivers door. We got the door open and commed her down. Gas was pouring out of the car and you could smell it real bad. I was wondering if it was going to catch on fire any second. I got inside and lifter her up to the door and Dan pulled her up onto the side of the car. We got her out and up the hill to the Van which was quite a job. We took her to her house and her husband was worried about her cause she was late getting home. If I had not stopped those tracks would have been coverd in just a few more miniutes and she would have spent the night in that car and probley froze to death! The expression on her face when I looked down into the car was enought payback for rescuing her. Don't know why I was watching the side of the road I could have just been talking to Dan at the moment we drove by that spot. Someone was looking out for her!! Mark H.


Introduced....    Posted 10-31-2003 at 06:47:52       [Reply]  [No Email]
my Mother-in-law to flesh-eating virus. :^)


deadcarp    Posted 10-31-2003 at 16:07:55       [Reply]  [No Email]
lol - now that's funny! -lol - oh dear --

"WHAP!"


REt    Posted 10-31-2003 at 06:46:09       [Reply]  [No Email]
This sticks out in my mind as an unforgetable act of good will. Was on a plane going to Europe in the 80s, sitting in an exit row, lots of room there. Captain came out of the cockpit looking sternly, and all I caught was he said it was a federal offense and the plane was under his command and everyone would be searched upon landing. Daughter told me that someone had stolen a stewardess's handbag she had stowed away. Here we are, going to have a good time and some SOB has to steal a purse. I was talking to our stewardess and she told me that there was $200 in the purse that was stolen. I slipped a twenty dollar bill in her hand and told her to give it to the stewardess. Was going to get up and pass the hat, but hard to do in that plane 747, but always wished I would have tried.
Anyway, about 20 minutes later , one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen came up to me, put her arms around me and kissed me, with tears in her eyes. That was more than thanks in my book
They found her purse in the toilet, empty of course
REt


deadcarp    Posted 10-31-2003 at 06:43:38       [Reply]  [No Email]
well i thought saving the company a half-million dollars was pretty cool - we were working offsite at hawker dehavilland in melbourne. they were still using an outdated (shipbuilding) inspection process so my assignment was to help modernize it, cut costs and still get good quality on a variety of little f18 access doors - should be pretty easy. since inspectors are routinely pestered for everything, i posted a sign pointing to my office that said "<--problems" then out another one pointing back toward the shop that said "solutions -->" :) having got that straight, my plan was to enlighten the workers, cut down alot of intermediate steps, let them check their own rivets & stuff until the assembly was ready for paint, then finally turn it loose to inspectors whose main job then would be to slap it into an inspection jig (gizmo that simulates part of the airplane), and if it fits, it's gone!

well i'd been there a year already and things were sailing along reasinably well so one day it was almost time (every 6 months) to remaster our bay of inspection jigs (the spare backup set, not the ones we used every day) and malcolm from the tooling shop mentioned their heavy work load an how the lads were getting tired of overtime. so i contacted afpro (air force procurement) and the raaf (royal aussie air force) and we all typed up and signed an agreement that since the jigs had been securely roped off & hadn't been disturbed or damaged in any way, they were as good as ever and didn't need to be torn down and remastered! bang - done! malcolm and the tooling guys were delighted.


unfortunately everyone wasn't. next morning i was called upstairs to the boss's office, and he promptly asked me what the hel i'd done, why and by whose authority? then he reminded me that we are obliged by contract to have a certain percentage of the airplane built in-country, that my efforts had just saved everybody a half-million dollars worth of hassle, that it was 3 days til the end of the quarter and where's he supposed to spend that kinda money in 3 days to balance the books? oops. we finally scrambled and prepaid enough future work to get everything per the contract again, but it was tricky. aw shrew it - still a good deal for all concerned :)



Nick    Posted 10-31-2003 at 06:39:03       [Reply]  [No Email]

Well it's not that great but the neighbors appreciate it. I have two old disabled neighbors that after each snow I clear there driveway and cars off. Did get hot peperoni rolls made for me after the big blizzard last year from them. I proudly ate them, I didn't want to hurt their feeling. HMMMMM good


bulldinkie    Posted 10-31-2003 at 06:15:24       [Reply]  [Send Email]
I was on my way to the hospital for blood tests early one morning. There was a money bag laying in middle of the road. A neighbor lady laid it on top of her car. Her husband was a local dentist.I looked inside there were checks,cash,her daughters high school prints for graduation pictures,savings account book.I had to get to hospital for these tests, while there I asked where thier office was.Afterwards I went to the office to give it to her.she was crying,it was a Monday this was all checks etc for the past week. I said I found this on my way in town. she says wheres the magazine?Evidently there was a magazine with it I didnt see.No thanks nothing.I felt good... If it had been my husbands money bag I wouldnt have gone home.


Ron/PA    Posted 10-31-2003 at 06:13:14       [Reply]  [No Email]
One January day, while traveling I-90 in upstate New York, pulling 2 48' trailers, I saw a little girl standing along the road. I pulled over, and talked to her, she was 5 years old, and had no coat or winter clothing on. After a bit of conversation I loaded her up, and took her to the next rest area. Handed her over to the waitress' in the restaurant and promptly called the state police.
Seems she was looking for her daddy, who had left to go to work, she knew he took the thruway and went looking for him.
Consequently I was detained, then questioned, then placed in the back of a cruiser, until they questioned the girl, found her mother, and confirmed the story. I sat in a NYState cruiser for 6 hours, while the I was questioned by the mother, state trooper, DA, and a child psychologist. Dogs were brought in and tracked the child back to her home, (4 inches of fresh snow on the ground??) Finally it was concluded that I was not a molester, and I was free to go, provided I did not leave the state! Hard to do for an interstate truck driver, who lived in PA.
Eventually got it all straighted out, child was fine, I was fine, -1 day's pay, and life was good again.
Which only goes to prove my theory that
"No good deed goes unpunished!" LOL
Oh yeahhh, I'd do it all over again, and until the day I die,,,, HAT'S OFF TO THE NEW YORK STATE TROOPERS!
Later
Ron
PS ambient air temp that day,,,,-8


Old Sarge    Posted 10-31-2003 at 05:57:19       [Reply]  [Send Email]
That's easy.

I just 15 minutes ago got a call from a disabled veterans widow, that I filed for a WIDOWS PENSION. She got the first check for the last nine months compensation ($1971). From now on she will recieve $219. each month. I realize it isn't much BUT she won't have to worry about her bills to heat her home this winter.

Also, the tragedy is, she's too young to recieve the Social Security benefits for 2 more years. I deal with this stuff every day, being a POST SERVICE Officer for my VFW Post. Also write claims for DAV, American Legion, and a few others.

Big job now is working with the Legion post to the south of us (very small post) to replace damaged and desstroyed grave stones on veterans dating back to WW I. Quite a job when there are no heirs or next of kin around to help you. We have to spend hours in the Cemetary's sextons office researching records, then go check the grave site insuring the stone is still legible and intact, or still there. We have found many who are missing.

Kind of gives you a warm fuzzy feeling when you get reports of success on a claim.

The pay for this is NOTHING<, BUT the retirement benefits are "OUTA THIS WORLD".


Vic in Kenefick    Posted 10-31-2003 at 05:41:29       [Reply]  [No Email]
I always try to do nice and cool things for those around me and myself. I have many tales to share so how far do we need to go back.Do you just want to limit this question to a time frame or is this an open ended question? I am not trying to be a smart but here I'm just askin.


Brian-2N    Posted 10-31-2003 at 06:26:56       [Reply]  [Send Email]
Timeframe doesn't matter. Pick the one that means the most to you.


Cindi    Posted 10-31-2003 at 06:09:36       [Reply]  [No Email]
I try to do nice things every chance I get, but I think the one thing that sticks out in my mind is the old man in the twelve story parking garage of a medical complex. I saw him twice walking around as I was trying to find my way out of this maze. He was clearly lost. I pulled over next to him and asked him where he was trying to go.

By this time he was misty eyed. His wife had just died and he had come to pay a bill but had forgotten what level he had parked on and the more he looked the loster and more panicked he became. He had been wandering he said, for better than an hour, and he was clearly exhausted and losing hope. I picked him up and we drove and drove. Picture a parking garage. There's not even a place to sit down and rest and you take your life in your hands wandering around in the gloom.

"It's a little white car. I parked it next to a big blue truck."

That was what he was using as a marker. I didn't want to tell him that that system sucked, as the blue truck could have left already. After another hour or so, we found it. He recognized a bumper sticker on the rear bumper first....something to do with the elks. Bless his heart.


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