What good deeds have you done that have made you feel really good about yourself and satisfied knowing you've helped others.

I gave a lift to an old man who was waiting at a bus stop and was being blown all over the place by the wind. He lived on my road and I felt I could be five minutes late to work to drop him off at Firth Park first.

Secondly, I phoned the RSPCA about a cat left in a derelict house with all the doors and windows locked up. Will let you know what happens - they're coming tommorrow to free it.:clap:

I saw a (not very) elderly woman fall over tripping on a concrete path. I span the car round, helped her up and ran her home.

It bothers me that she was very wary of accepting a lift from a stranger. It's a reflection on the society we now live in.

She only lived round the corner, and had probably llived in that neighbourhood most of her life, but she felt she was unsafe (with me) in her own neighbourhood.

Months ago an old lady tripped on the pavement going down face first and smashing her glasses into her face and eyes..

Myself and a couple of others stopped to help her, keeping her warm and making friendly chat until the ambulance came..

Thats just one of many :)

I also had an old lady fall outside my old work on Ecclesall Road.
Her glasses had smashed her nose, she was in a state and couldnt remember her name, so after riffling through her handbag I found her daughters phone number and rang her. She gave me her details which I passed onto the ambulance doods.
All was forgotten till two days later her daughter came to my place of work and tried to blame me for stealing her mothers purse.
Which I most definately did not, I tell you, you just cant help some people.
She must of found it cause she didnt come back.

We found a really expensive mobile in the street. We rang all of the last dialled numbers (from a landline because it was nearly flat), and they all answered in a restaurant, but nobody (they all seemed to be elderly) could tell us who this phone belonged to.

We told each person which police station we were taking it to.

Six months later, we received a letter from a restaurant owner offering us a free meal and drinks - as thanks for going to so much effort to return his phone.

It had taken him ages to find out who had handed it in.

I once paid for an elderly womans groceries that was in front on me after they were totaled up, can see the look on her face today, she was so shocked she couldn't say thank you, i think she was suspicious and just walked offf with her bags full,

Anyhow it was something i've always wanted to do, just had to wait for the right person...or who looked like the right person anyhow. i plan on doing it again some day, but NOT too often :)

Out shopping with my young son, when I saw an elderly gent miss the kerb and fall on his side. I heard an almightly crack and knew he'd broken something, I helped him inside the veg shop, foned an ambulance and his daughter (he was on his way there). He said thanks at the time but I just told him he was more than welcome.
2 weeks later, lady from veg shop called me inside, the gent who'd broken his arm had left a fire engine for my lad as a thank you as he didn't know where to find me.
Bless.......:)

It's a really good feeling when you help someone - unfortunately I haven't been able to today because I went to the hospital first thing in the morning then had the op, and was still sedated when I walked home looking like a drunk - and talking like one too -

Then I got home, but I suppose despite having an operation this morning - I did wash the pots so my mum didn't have to when she got back from her evening job.

But, I once did something so small, this bloke dropped a bag full of things and they started rolling down the hill. I was walking behind him so ran about catching them before they rolled off. When I passed them to me he looked at me in disbelief and said thanks. Nobody else had stopped to help and he was so shocked that I had bothered. It's such a shame...

I spent weeks looking for treatment for a girl at college who didn't know where to start. I got college colours last year, which I can only put down to helping that girl as I don't think I did anything to really warrant college colours :confused:

Lotti, You had to walk home after an operation ? how come ? you could have been killed crossing a road, how far did you have to walk ? no one could have given you a ride home ?

It's ok - only live round the corner from the hospital and good old dad was there so I leant on him :D

It wasn't a major invasive op so it wasn't any more painful to walk than it was not to.

Don't worry ;)

Well, forummers seem to have found an awful lot of people lying on the pavement, and done them a good deed. But, it doesn't always pay to be so helpful........

Passing through Ilkeston (Derbyshire) very late one night, I saw a body lying on the pavement. Quickly stopping my car, I ran back to the spot, to discover a motionless woman.

With caution, I asked if she was alright. No sound, no movement. I hailed a passing car and asked them to ring for an ambulance. They sped off to the nearest phone box to do so. I again asked the woman if she was alright. Nothing. I touched her arm - whereupon she made a startled move, and started screaming at me to stop attacking her!

Unsure what was the matter, I moved away from her and tried to talk in reassuring terms that I meant her no harm, and enquired if she was ill or hurt in any way. As she slowly rose to her feet, she kept asking me who I was, and begged me not to attack her. I produced my work ID card, and asked her to look at it.

She hesitatingly took the ID card off me, looked at it, looked at my face, looked again at the card, and then ran across the road screaming "Help"!

Suddenly, it began to rain. My coat was in the car, but this deranged woman was now running away with my ID card in the opposite direction. I chose to follow her.

She disappeared into the shadows of a driveway further down the road. Wisely, I decided not to follow her into the darkness, but positioned myself in the glow of a streetlight at the top of the driveway and started talking to her. I felt sure she was still there, somewhere in the darkness, but for the life of me I could not see her.

My reassuring words, like "Hello, I'm only trying to help you. Are you alright", etc., soon awoke the householder. This guy opened his bedroom window and shouted at me, demanding to know who I was and what I was doing on his property. My explanation that I was talking to a woman who was hiding further down his driveway did not exactly reassure him, as I then heard him tell his wife to ring the police.

This guy's shouting at me to get off his property awoke the next door neighbour, who quickly appeared at his bedroom window. He too was not reassured by my explanation that I talking to an invisible woman.

At this point, an ambulance drove past - and stopped near my car further up the road. I'd just shouted to all and sundry that I needed to talk to the ambulance people, when householder number one suddenly appeared at his back door. This scared the silent, invisible, deranged woman, who bolted past me and around the bend in the road, shouting "Rapist, rapist".

She ran in the opposite direction to the ambulance. I, now soaking wet from the sudden downpour, headed towards my car, only to find myself being pursued by the householder shouting "Stop that man". The car that I had flagged down had now returned, and the occupants were conversing with the ambulance driver and his mate. Suddenly, the deranged woman reappeared, and followed behind the householder shouting "Help me". She in turn was being followed by a police car.

As, breathlessly, I reached the ambulance crew and the occupants of the car I had flagged down, I heard one of the crew swear aloud the deranged woman's name. His mate exclaimed "Oh no, not her!". The householder was quickly reassured by the crew that he had nothing to worry about from me, as a police officer alighted from the panda car and grabbed the deranged woman.

It transpired that deranged woman had been reported as a missing person, and was well known to the police officers as well as the ambulance crew. She was still clutching my ID card, which was taken off her by the policeman. After reading the details on my ID card, he returned it to me. He explained that she had a history of mental health problems, and that they needed to take her to the police station to be assessed for urgent re-admission to the psychiatric hospital.

"What luck though", said the officer to me, "We've found the mental patient and the rapist at the same time". "But I'm not a rapist", I protested. "Oh I know that", he replied "but your ID card says you're a psychiatric social worker - and we need you to get her admitted to hospital right now"!

I've never ever found someone lying on the pavement at three in the morning again. I'm not quite sure whether I would perform a similar good deed again though! :hihi: :heyhey:

I helped a little old man over the dual carriageway today.

he was livvid.

It had taken him 2 hours to cross & had stopped for a breather.

It was one new years eve (when our beloved boat got set alite).and we was on our way to relatives (in pm time) to stop.When goin down the road my x notice red lights on the path that looked dodgy.so when got closer it was a person in one of them 3 wheel sit down buggie/chairs with the chair on top of him and himself laid on the path.so he spun the car arround and got out to help him.He made our night tho cheer us up as he was drunk as a skunk and so funny but he was ok to carry on,but he was happy that someone stop to help him.

i make people laugh on a regular basis.