Good stories about people.

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If your like me your sick of being bombarded with all the negative stories of human nature. Not everyone is a predator out for themselves there are lots of good people in this world.

I remembered when I was about 15 perhaps the summer of 1985 I road my bike maybe 15-20 miles and became exhausted at least 10 miles outside city limits (a rural area). And this old man stopped and saw me pushing my bike and helped me put my bike in back of his truck and he drove me back to my home. The thing about the situation is almost no words were exchange between us ever. It was just and intuitive thing I needed help and he helped me.

That's really lovely - it's true that there are some decent people around the place.

When I was 6 I had an art teacher, he was my best friend, he truly cared, he saw I was having difficulty, i had no friends, i sat by myself in the classroom, he befriended me, helped me out, even visited my parents who allowed me to go with him to see the move Pee Wees big top adventure. Boy i must have been a handful for him, i spilled soda in his car, had a little toy that i kept playing with that made sparks, and was hyper during the move, but he really seemed to care, when I moved from NJ in 1991 i never saw him again, i would love to see him again.

There's this kind lady at the cafeteria. I used to buy from her everyday. She started noticing me and talking to me, and I tried to be as nice to her as I could be. Later she started giving me the stuff I used to buy, for no apparent reason.

We started meeting each other, and it turns out that she had already guessed I was in the autistic spectrum, so I didn't have to pretend when I was around her. She actually liked to hear me talknig about scientific subjects and my interests. She respected my sensory issues. She could talk to me for a long time without asking for "nonverbal feedback", she knew I listened to her.

She's helped me in a lot of ways. Sometimes she drives me home, sometimes she offers me lunch, but what makes me most grateful is that we can both listen to each other.

She wants me to start calling her a friend now, but it would be a little awkward, because I think she has given me much more than I could ever repay.

when i was hitchiking a few this woman picked my up. if you ever hitchike 9/10 its going to be a dude, anyways she bought me some food and gave my $20 i thought that was very cool!

this is a really cool thread and should be a sticky - thanks TM1

I had a problem when I started full time work from being on state benefits. I went to the social security and told them I had found a job but would not be paid for a whole month so what should I do. The person asked to see my benefit payment book and then tore it up in front of my face saying I was not entitled to any help if I had found a job. I had no savings and was a single parent with two young children so was devastated and didn't know how we would eat for month. I confided in a friend and then for the month I got food parcels left on the door from different people and a woman I didn't really know kept giving me £10 every week for other stuff. So the community really rallied round to help me out.

I really like the idea of this thread. Thanks for starting it.

When I started working in an office, I had no end to my social problems. I didn't know I had AS, and my social difficulties were painfully evident to everyone. It was a running joke around the office. I would get so depressed, and I would hide in my cubicle as often as possible.

But there was the kindest Muslim girl. She thought it was wrong and unjust for anyone to be an outcast of society. (She was Palestinian.) If I didn't say anything to her the day before, she would take a break to walk over to my desk and engage me in coversation. If I forgot to say hello to someone, she would remind me. If someone mocked me, she defended me and corrected the other person. I had never witnessed someone with the mindfulness to display such constant acts of goodness, treating everyone as if they possessed the same kindness, grace and dignity as she did.

Then 9/11 happened. I went over to her desk to remind her of all the kind acts I saw her do, and to re-assure her that not all Americans could possibly think the worst of Islam because I had known her.

My father's aunt Audrey gave me many gifts over the years-- a stuffed bear, a Terry's chocolate orange and a $20 bill, a puzzle and an electronic game from Radio Shack, a check for $100 to spend on a trip to Europe! She was always kind too.


My grandmother and I would sit together and chat while eating pizza she ordered.


My aunt Dolores would always give us stuff whenever she came to visit us or we visited her. Boxes of fruit, bags of other food, boxes of hot chocolate powder, several pairs of shoes, garbage bags full of clothes for me and my mother and father... and then my uncle Walter and aunt Donna would also bring all this stuff-- rolls of toilet paper (?!), shampoo, soap, popsicles, yogurt, pasta and sauce, chicken, rice, applesauce, milk, chicken, other meat, I think fish, and some of my grandmother's fruit cake, and tons of other stuff! Huge boxes of it that they brought up to our apartment.

This is a great idea for a thread, and it makes me feel good vibes from you. It's refreshing to see someone think about some of the beautiful things in this world.

Last December I left my physically abusive, um, baby daddy, for lack of a better term. I had a crappy job and didn't make anywhere near enough money to get a place on my own, especially living in Pittsburgh, 70 miles from where I grew up, and where I knew next to no one. My dad had just moved in with his girlfriend who I'd only met once or twice. When I couldn't take any more of my ex, my dad's girlfriend Della offered for me and my son to come stay with them. She had a beautiful, peaceful home. It was an amazing place to recuperate from the bull I'd just spent two years living. I had a really hard time finding work, my dad and Della paid for everything. They took care of us, but most of all, they didn't ask for anything in return. They didn't make me feel like a burden. They didn't make me feel like I was a bum, or a mooch. They made me feel loved. Della would go out sometimes, and return with formula, baby food, diapers, a couple outfits for the baby. I hadn't even asked. We became close, she treated me like a good friend. She gave me compliments, and told me that I'd "restored her faith in teenagers" because she'd never known such a kind and honest one before. Everything about the 4 months I spent in her home, made me feel good. Made me feel loved. I felt so much compassion and understanding in such a crappy time in my life, and it was beautiful. It's just an experience I will never forget.

One of my best friends who I rarely ever get to talk to in person anymore.
Since somewhere close to the start of last year... I was still happy then.

Yeah a person called Faye. I'm quite amazed by this whole story actually... it all started when I sorta was posting on some kind of website about girl problems and that... yep - it never stops for me. lol she happened to be sitting at a computer opposite to the one I was... next to a friend I know from school called Lucie... needless to say I made a prat out of myself in those school days with that stuff with Lucie.

But in any case - yeah I liked Faye in that way... this was shortly after my first break-up and real emotional pain... there would be more to come later. lol wish I could go back in time to that year - it was not so bad that one.

But in any case - back on subject - so yeah I told Lucie about me liking Faye and that... she offered to help... I thought "Nah I'll do it myself" and after much motivation (and no I didn't do this just like that ) I surprisingly found the bravery to walk up to her and a group of her friends... just started talking to them and that... then turned to her eventually and just sorta said "You're Faye right?" and she was like "Er... yeah" and I was like "Nice to meet you" and shook her hand or something... jeez why can't I re find that confidence? Because that was confidence... *sigh* where's it all gone?

In any case I started hanging out with them all... eventually I told her I have aspergers and that... I became part of their group... I also miss that feeling too. Being one with the group...
Well I pretty much knew eventually she wouldn't go out with me, but I just asked her out in person at one point anyway. Why can't I do that anymore? lol so yeah she said no. I was just like *shrugs* "Ah that's ok" and like walked away as it was time to go back home and that... lol it was obvious anyway that she wouldn't because she goes for Japanese guys. Not much I could do about that.
Since all that stuff I think she's really respected me as have her friends I think... this guy called John too.

I talk to her and John online quite a bit... I think they respect me a lot, as do I for them. Faye is a very special friend... wish I could hang out with her and John a bit more...

Today I hang out with those 2 for the first time in ages. It was nice... today has been ok. Today has shown me a little bit of hope - a little bit of thinking 'If you hang on in there life will eventually treat you fairly' and it did today.

It was good the hanging out with them... and the after part of today was nice - I kinda hugged both of them... lol I'm a big softy really.
She was like "Take care of yourself, yeah?"
Was good today yeah. And so yeah - John is awesome but this is more about Faye and that rather excellent story if I may say so myself.