17 thoughts on “Weekend Question Thread

  1. It was probably the guy in San Diego who helped me when I was in a very, very bad situation. Then he called a cab for me and even paid my fare back to the base. I don’t know who that guy is, but he saved my life that night.

  2. I am a guitarist and years ago in a time of financial disaster was forced to sell one of my more valuable guitars. My wonderful father-in-law bought it back and gave it to me for Christmas. OK, it’s not as good as Jude’s but 29 years later it still makes me tear up.

  3. Well, asking that question, for one. Just yesterday I thought it would be really great if “What’s the nicest thing anyone ever did for you?” were to be your weekly question, and here we are. Nice work reading my mind, A!
    When our 30-year-old daughter-in-law died suddenly and unexpectedly four years ago, our next-door neighbors came to our aid unbidden. When told what had happened and that we had a 1,000-mile drive ahead of us, they said, “Just go. We’ll take care of things here.” We left the house in complete disarray — dirty dishes, clutter everywhere. When we returned five days later, we found the mail all collected and neatly sorted, the floors swept, dishes washed, beds made and flowers on the dining room table. Just as you said the other day, A. — love is what you DO.
    Then there was the cab driver last week who stopped to give us a jump-start when our car battery crapped out. There are good people in the world. Really.
    Peace, V.

  4. When I was really sick about twelve years ago, it was looking like I might go into kidney failure. My sister, who was only 18 years old at the time, on her own initiative, went to my doctor and got herself tested for compatability with me so that, if I needed a transplant, we could jump on it without delay. Nobody had even brought it up or had any idea that she had done it until later.
    I didn’t turn out to need a transplant, but I’ll never forget that she was ready to hack out one of hers with a rusty kitchen knife, if that was what it took to save me. Now she teases me by threatening to put up her kidney up on e-bay if I don’t behave 🙂

  5. I don’t know if I can pick. There are so many of them!
    Big ones and little ones.
    Everyone who wrote about my battle with RW talk radio or sent me money out of the blue.
    Strangers at the EFF who agreed to defend me for free.
    A strange personal one comes to mind because it was so unexpected. I was in a park learning to juggle clubs and a guy just GAVE me set of his old clubs. These were worth about 100 bucks and this was about 20 years ago they are about 250 now. He lived in a van and just decided that I needed them.

  6. when I was 7, I refused to keep going to my very crappy school. So I started going to work with my dad. His boss HATED having children around, asked me why I wasn’t in school, I told him my reasons. Then this boss gives me a full scholarship to the private school next door. And kept it going for 6 years. It saved my education, and for a variety of reasons probably my life.

  7. when I was 7, I refused to keep going to my very crappy school. So I started going to work with my dad. His boss HATED having children around, asked me why I wasn’t in school, I told him my reasons. Then this boss gives me a full scholarship to the private school next door. And kept it going for 6 years. It saved my education, and for a variety of reasons probably my life.

  8. Honestly, I think it the best one happened just last week. A friend of mine, who has only become a friend in the last year and a half through my chorus, invited Mr. BuggyQ and me over for a dinner party with a bunch of her friends. Through the course of the evening, as usually happens with us, Mr. BuggyQ and I spent far more time with our friend’s three kids than the adults. I’d already spent part of the day with the 8-year-old boy (the best behaved child I have ever seen) at a cookie-decorating party my mom hosted. The 15-year-old boy glommed onto Mr. BuggyQ the minute we entered their house and told his mom at one point that he wanted to move in with us. The 12-year-old girl and I had a very long conversation about Twilight. And Mr. BuggyQ and I both commented about what great kids they were and could we please adopt them?
    So late that night, after everybody else had left, I was talking with my friend and her husband while Mr. BuggyQ was entertaining the kids on the computer in the basement. And my friend asked if Mr. BuggyQ and I would consider becoming legal guardians for the kids if anything ever happened to both her and her husband.
    On the spot, without thinking, I said yes, then had to walk it back and say after I consulted with Mr. BuggyQ. Who, on the drive home, said on the spot, without thinking, yes.
    I have never been so deeply honored in my life. I can’t imagine what I’d do if it ever came to pass, and pray deeply that it doesn’t. But it does mean that we’ll be spending more time with those kids, which is about the best Christmas present I could have gotten.

  9. The 16-year-old boy who gave up every Sunday to help me, and almost every weekday for one whole summer to help my son, prepare for our blackbelt test in tae kwon do, and refused to accept payment for his time.
    My mother-in-law, who comes over at the crack of dawn two days a week so our son can take the bus to school and not have to go to daycare every morning. She will also alter any piece of clothing for you at the drop of a hat.
    My parents, who gave us thousands of dollars for a family vacation when we were all tremendously stressed out and desperate for some family time.
    My sister and brother, who bought me a sizable gift certificate to get myself some new clothes after surgery for a nasty, hydra-like full-leg varicose vein that had kept me in pants and long skirts for 10 years.
    I’m a very lucky gal to have such people around me.

  10. I hope so! 😉 Thanks, spocko. We’re still a little bewildered by it–neither of us planned to have children, and we’re not exactly sure what they saw in us. But it sure made us feel great to know they saw something!

  11. i guess i am the one who does minor things for others. keep gettinng asked for directions when out walking. helped an older lady pump gas somewhere in the south when driving to charlottesville, VA. pick up trash. still waiting on karma tho.

  12. BuggyQ. One of my friend’s quoted Emerson the other day, “What you do stands above you and shouts so loudly, I can’t hear what you are saying.” -RALPH WALDO EMERSON
    I read your story and note what you and Mr. BuggyQ DID with the kids.
    You listened to them, you talked with them, you played with them.
    Those are things good parents DO. The other day Athenea’s Catholic roots were showing (silver?) when she talked about love. A friend of mine pointed out the big difference between Catholic and Protestant had to do with “good works”.
    With certain Christian religions the deal is you accept Jesus as your personal lord and savior and BOOM! You are saved. If you do good works that’s swell, but it’s not really emphasized as it is with Catholics. Yes I can have grace, but the good works count too. Now I might be mis-characterizing some Christian religions, if so, please forgive me.
    What you believe and talk about says one thing about you. What you do based on those beliefs says something too. They saw what you did. They have heard about who you are for a while. When they put the two together they saw the essential goodness that you could bring to the kids.

  13. Business trip in Philadelphia. February, a number of years back, when I was still glassworking. I went out to visit a college friend of mine living and working in Philly, went out to a gallery opening with her and a party afterwards. Wonderful time…until I got back to my hotel and realized my wallet was gone from the pocket of my coat. Embarrassed, I had to wake up my boss, who was asleep in the room we were sharing, to come to the front desk and identify me as a guest, since I of course had no ID with me. I spent a good chunk of the rest of that night and early morning cancelling all my credit cards and generally being upset and worried. I fell into a fitful sleep and was awakened the next morning, not by my boss (who had decided to let me sleep in that morning), but by the front desk.
    A kind couple had found my wallet out on the sidewalk not far from the gallery I’d visited. They found my key card from the hotel in the wallet, walked it over to where I was staying, and asked the front desk to return it to me. Everything – the money, the credit cards, ID, miscellaneous stuff – was intact. I called the couple’s phone number and thanked them profusely. They turned down everything I offered them in gratitude for the wallet’s return and said they were simply in the right place at the right time.
    The other time was my then-four-year-old son asking me to dance with him at the JazzFest. Still warms my heart to this day.

  14. Spocko, you just made me cry. What you said there was a pretty nice thing, too. Thank you. I’d never heard that Emerson quote–I’m gonna use that a lot.
    Damn, Athenae. This was one hell of a thread. Thanks.

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