Tell Me Something Nice You Have Done.

[DavidWhy]

Tell me something nice you have done that you are proud of. I keep seeing threads discussing all the low down, dirty, underhand things we have done as users. I am sure that as addicts/ex-addicts/reformed addicts/aspiring addicts we are all filled with enough guilt and self loathing to last us a lifetime.

I believe though, that a duality exists in all people and just because we do bad things and we use drugs, we aren't inherently lousy people. So, what was the last thing you did, big or small, that made you or someone else proud of you, or made the world a slightly better place?

Recently I gave my last £10 to a distraught woman who had had her purse stolen and couldn't get home (we were outside a taxi rank). I gave her my money for my taxi so she could get home safe and I walked the 5 miles home (it was in another direction). It was dark and it was cold and she would have been stranded far from home so I kept her out of danger and she was very thankful. That was an act of human kindness.

What have you done that proves you/we aren't all bad just because we use drugs?

 

[highhooked]

Most recently after a good day at work I gave a homeless person a few dollars haha. First time I've ever done that so weirdddd.

 

[rakketakke]

Made some honey and gave it away for free.

 

[ugly]

I help people whenever I'm able to. It isn't something I think about though... "oh I'm being nice right now".... I do what I can do when I recognize that I can do something. Every day is different and every situation is different.

I found a cell phone in the grocery store parking lot. I opened it and called the contact number and it was the phone owner's wife. She said he had not even gotten back from the store so it must have just happened. I told her I would wait in the parking lot with the phone. He went home, she told him that he lost his phone. He came about 10 minutes later, and was really thrilled. I guess he had a ton of data on his phone. He tried to offer me $20! I refused it and told him it was my pleasure to have had the opportunity to help somebody that day.

I have also found keys, wallets, purses, stuff people take out or put down and then forget about. I can't count how many times I have returned wallets and purses over the last 53 years. As long as I see some form of identification or contacts info as to who lost what, I always attempt to give the person what I found, and I've never taken money from a wallet or purse, nor have I accepted money when offered as thanks.

Some people might dislike what I'm about to say next, but here goes.
I had a student several years ago that I really enjoyed having in my class. I liked my students to journal something every day at the beginning of class. She wrote about her life, she wrote about her parents and how much she loved them but how strict they were and how she felt that as an 18 year old she should have more freedom than she did. She had a 9 p.m. curfew and stuff like that. Very strict parents but very loving as well. Her journals were usually family oriented. She wrote about her frustrations because she had fallen in love with a young man from her church and her parents wouldn't let them see each other often enough to suit her, and wouldn't change her curfew.

One day in the spring, after reading her journals since the previous August and getting to know her well, I was suprised that her journal said, "Mrs. _________, I am pregnant. My parents are going to disown me if they find out." She continued with the things her parents had said over the years about unwed mothers and stuff like that. She asked me to give her the paper back right away before anyone else got a chance to see it. I wrote on the paper that if she wanted to talk more about it, I had office hours.

She came to my office hours the next day and I listened to her troubles for about an hour and handed her tissues. She talked it all out..., how it happened, how guilty she felt, how scared she was, what her options were... all that. I asked her to just relax and let it go for a week. No more worrying. I said I thought once she calmed down and got over the shock, she would be better able to figure out what she wanted to do.

The next week she came to my office hours and said she and her boyfriend decided to get an abortion. She talked for a long time about how they came to that decision. I listened to everything and asked her wait another week before finalizing that decision. She said she was going to have to wait anyway. Neither she nor the boyfriend had jobs. They had no way to pay for an abortion.

We had a few more chat sessions over the next couple of weeks. She (and he) were working on finding the money. She was beginning to panic because she was beginning to show. She had already been accepted at her university of choice, she had plans for education and career, and even after pawning what she could, couldn't get an abortion.

So I paid for her abortion.

I'm not saying it was right or that abortion is right. Her situation was a tough one, and I had been there as a teen myself. I guess if I go to hell for it, so be it.

It was nice to watch her walk across the stage and get her diploma a month or so later at graduation. I watched her walk across a bigger stage to receive her BA four years later. We have never spoken of the choice she made. Once it was done, neither one of us brought it up again, nor have we ever.

Did I do a nice thing for her, or did I damn her to hell?

 

[guywithabluemohawk]

I was walking through town/the local shopping center/mall and there was someone who looked around the age of 17 sat on the nearby bench heavily drugged up... (You could see he was homeless, he had a sleeping bag... ratty clothes, dirty) I then asked him if he was ok, he said "Im'a fine buddy, just very hungry... you can'e spare any change can ya?"
The chances of him not spending whatever money he gets on drugs or w/e is very slim...
I nipped across the road to the takeaway, bought him a kebab and chips... a can of coke, and sat with him for a'while talking about stuff.

 

[LOGan1314]

I hold doors open for people, smile at people, help people at school and work when they need it. I don't steal money or rip people off.

 

[ohshea]

I as at panda express today and this skeletal bum was digging through the trash eating the food. I bought him a pint of fried rice and tried to hand it to him but he wouldn't take it.

Ugly I think you did the right thing that's a very good story. Is she still with the boyfriend or has she moves on? That's great she got her BA.

 

[Tryptamino]

i'm pretty much a dick to everyone except homeless people: I give about half of every pack of cigarettes i buy to homeless kids, i volunteer occasionally (only done it 5 times in 3 years, so it's not a regular thing) to cook and serve food to homeless people with a bunch of UCLA students who look down at me since i go to community college. you get some interesting conversations started by some of the homeless people:
"So... could you like... make a castle... out of calcium? like with guards and a king and stuff?"

 

[mikeman189]

yes

 

[xstayfadedx]

This has to do with drugs.... anyways I was recently at this rave where I ended up meeting this girl and her boyfriend. We all sat together close as we squeezed four people onto a maybe barely two person couch. We all began talking and the girl told me how she wanted to try acid one day before she gets deployed. Oddly I was about to get tabs cause my other friend texted me to meet him. So I don't know this girl and out of nowhere I'm like I can get you the acid but she literally had no money but I told her I could get her them. I was going to pay for her. I don't even know this girl but we end up walking off together as our boyfriends stayed upstairs (we were in the vip section, I don't even know how lol). So we hold hands to get through the crowds and I meet my friend who gives me the tabs.

And like I said I would do I gave her free tabs. We then go to the smokers section outside and start to lose track of time...we were also rolling. Anyways she started telling me her story upstairs earlier before I decided to get her tabs. Her story about her life was before her boyfriend came in her life she was suicidal. I already had seen her cuts all over her a but they were healed. She showed me the tattoo she got over them. Then she told me she had to raise her siblings cause her mom was a drunk and her only being 19 (this happened before she was) she was at the end of her rope. So she joined the military. She told me how she joined because she figured it would be the quickest way to die. That hit me so hard. Seriously in this little bit if time we both opened up and it felt like we knew each other way before this.

Luckily she told me she didn't want to die anymore and so she regrets the military but believes it will make her stronger. So we end up hanging out almost the whole night having a blast. She even helped me find my bf cause I ended up losing him. We now skype and are going to meet up more before she leaves in January. I promised to write her though when shes off doing her military crap.

Anyways she told me how thankful she was that I got to make one of her goals happen lol. It felt good to make someones night. Especially since she's leaving to the army soon. I feel bad though that she still has to go through with it. How she joined was definitely not for the right reasons.

 

[llama112]

I don't really think about it ... a lot of the things I do just comes naturally. I donate money monthly to this kid in Brazil. I make shoeboxes for kids every Christmas (except this year ... because I moved and they don't have a dropoff location where I can bus and I don't drive ... grrr ). I donate clothes, food, etc.
Just everyday things ... I try to help out when I can ... mostly old people lol, they are just so cute! And I live in the city. A lot of people here are not nice. This person on the subway yelled at me today. She yelled "stop fucking shoving me! it's crowded on here!" I was not even shoving her, I was trying to move out of the way so that she could get off the subway. And she just started swearing and yelling at me. I don't know. I like to hold doors open for people. People always seem happy with that because it doesn't happen often around here.

 

[highhooked]

I help people whenever I'm able to. It isn't something I think about though... "oh I'm being nice right now".... I do what I can do when I recognize that I can do something. Every day is different and every situation is different.

I found a cell phone in the grocery store parking lot. I opened it and called the contact number ip it was the phone owner's wife. She said he had not even gotten back from the store so it must have just happened. I told her I would wait in the parking lot with the phone. He went home, she told him that he lost his phone. He came about 10 minutes later, and was really thrilled. I guess he had a ton of data on his phone. He tried to offer me $20! I refused it and told him it was my pleasure to have had the opportunity to help somebody that day.

I have also found keys, wallets, purses, stuff people take out or put down and then forget about. I can't count how many times I have returned wallets and purses over the last 53 years. As long as I see some form of identification or contacts info as to who lost what, I always attempt to give the person what I found, and I've never taken money from a wallet or purse, nor have I accepted money when offered as thanks.

Some people might dislike what I'm about to say next, but here goes.
I had a student several years ago that I really enjoyed having in my class. I liked my students to journal something every day at the beginning of class. She wrote about her life, she wrote about her parents and how much she loved them but how strict they were and how she felt that as an 18 year old she should have more freedom than she did. She had a 9 p.m. curfew and stuff like that. Very strict parents but very loving as well. Her journals were usually family oriented. She wrote about her frustrations because she had fallen in love with a young man from her church and her parents wouldn't let them see each other often enough to suit her, and wouldn't change her curfew.

One day in the spring, after reading her journals since the previous August and getting to know her well, I was suprised that her journal said, "Mrs. _________, I am pregnant. My parents are going to disown me if they find out." She continued with the things her parents had said over the years about unwed mothers and stuff like that. She asked me to give her the paper back right away before anyone else got a chance to see it. I wrote on the paper that if she wanted to talk more about it, I had office hours.

She came to my office hours the next day and I listened to her troubles for about an hour and handed her tissues. She talked it all out..., how it happened, how guilty she felt, how scared she was, what her options were... all that. I asked her to just relax and let it go for a week. No more worrying. I said I thought once she calmed down and got over the shock, she would be better able to figure out what she wanted to do.

The next week she came to my office hours and said she and her boyfriend decided to get an abortion. She talked for a long time about how they came to that decision. I listened to everything and asked her wait another week before finalizing that decision. She said she was going to have to wait anyway. Neither she nor the boyfriend had jobs. They had no way to pay for an abortion.

We had a few more chat sessions over the next couple of weeks. She (and he) were working on finding the money. She was beginning to panic because she was beginning to show. She had already been accepted at her university of choice, she had plans for education and career, and even after pawning what she could, couldn't get an abortion.

So I paid for her abortion.

I'm not saying it was right or that abortion is right. Her situation was a tough one, and I had been there as a teen myself. I guess if I go to hell for it, so be it.

It was nice to watch her walk across the stage and get her diploma a month or so later at graduation. I watched her walk across a bigger stage to receive her BA four years later. We have never spoken of the choice she made. Once it was done, neither one of us brought it up again, nor have we ever.

Did I do a nice thing for her, or did I damn her to hell?

You did an extremely nice thing! I can't believe noone has commented yet.... that is amazing and something to be proud of fer sure!

 

[Zerrr]

This is sort of nice.

Ive been reading this forum for a few years and I would always enjoy the posts of Lacey K (believe she was DC mod for a while). She was very helpful to me when I had court stuff that I was extremely worried about. She had gone through something similar and talked about the experience here which made me far less fearful/paranoid. Also, according to her posts we had a very similar addiction that she was able to overcome which gave me hope for myself.

I haven't seen her on here in a long time but if you read this Lacey I hope you're doing well. I very much appreciated your honest contributions to this site, I am sure they helped more people than I.

 

[Silveren]

I like returning stuff. Get people's thanks and usually a bit of an adventure as well. Some kid dropped his drivers license where I work the other day, lived 5 minutes away so I dropped it back after work. No one was home but hey, what goes around comes around.

I've also got a random but well-liked habit of generally sharing whatever I've got (from snacks to drugs to my home) with my mates and then not asking anything in return. Bit crazy but that's just the way I am.

 

[Jean-Paul]

some of you sound like really fucking great people.
i don't feel i should have to "prove" i'm not a bad person as a drug user...but okay, i guess i never stole from anyone. if we are talking 101 druggie cliches i've defied. i think my intellect and sensitivity in general are already not what joe citizen would normally subscribe to a drug user. if i ever stole from anyone it wasn't for drugs and it was after they stole from me, and they took a lot more than material possessions, and it felt like...i still hadn't done enough. (hmm. i guess i am getting into other issuez there)
i never stole from randoms when i had nothing, but i guess i could see how people start thinking they might as well. and really...
the ones who are on the street, anyway. they usually didn't ever have anyone to look out for them or take care of them. nihilism gets hardwired into even the good ones.
there are good people and bad people, drug use doesn't determine which one you are. i feel like a lot of people get pushed into doing bad things and it eats away at their good parts.
if i was better at taking care of myself, i'd like to think i could be better at acts of kindness for others. at this rate, if i ever get my shit together, i'd be better off buying a big dog to watch after me. i think i have way too much empathy for scumbags who could make an easy mark of me. i think i'd better just concentrate on taking care of myself.

 

[tentram]

enter pharmacy and receive an upbeat "good morning tentram!" from the chick behind the counter. i then had a lovely chat to the service chicky while i waited for my morphine and valium script to be filled. this is the same gal a few weeks ago said to me, as i was receiving my script, "i could do with a few of those from my aching feet and having to move into this bigger building the last few days", as they were transferring from their piddly ma and pa type building into a huge chemist warehouse building. she's a lovely lady.

I haven't seen her on here in a long time but if you read this Lacey I hope you're doing well. I very much appreciated your honest contributions to this site, I am sure they helped more people than I.

fwiw, last i heard, which was many many months ago now, she was doing really well. i worked alongside her in DC for a good amount of time, under a different username, and she was straight up and so passionate for DC, she put her heart and soul into this place and loved it like her child.

i really hope she's still doing well. she deserves it.

 

[DavidWhy]

i don't feel i should have to "prove" i'm not a bad person as a drug user...

I wasn't asking anyone to prove they are good people, nor was I pre-judging people because they take drugs. It's just that a lot of posts seem to be about

"How low have you sunk yo get drugs"

"What is the worst thing you did to get money"

"Have you ever done something terrible for drugs"

And I thought I would turn it around for a change. I heard a saying once and it went something like,

"Most people think they are good people, when really they are just well behaved"

And I agree with that. A lot of people who would look down on drug users (or on other people) would consider themselves good people, but often they are just people who don't break the law. They can be prejudiced, ill mannered, unkind and have all sorts of faults but because they stay within the confines of the law they think they are good people. Ergo, anyone who strays from the path of the law, to them, is bad. We know different.

But yeah, I wasn't saying people have to prove themselves. I was just bringing some positivity to the negativity that I am sure we all see too much of.

 

[sr53137]

this thread warms my heart as well, the most recent nice thing i have donewas today at work hooking up an older lady (widow, single, struggling finacialy) with about an eigth of bomb ass weed for her weekend!

 

[Pill2Chill]

Some people might dislike what I'm about to say next, but here goes.
I had a student several years ago that I really enjoyed having in my class. I liked my students to journal something every day at the beginning of class. She wrote about her life, she wrote about her parents and how much she loved them but how strict they were and how she felt that as an 18 year old she should have more freedom than she did. She had a 9 p.m. curfew and stuff like that. Very strict parents but very loving as well. Her journals were usually family oriented. She wrote about her frustrations because she had fallen in love with a young man from her church and her parents wouldn't let them see each other often enough to suit her, and wouldn't change her curfew.

One day in the spring, after reading her journals since the previous August and getting to know her well, I was suprised that her journal said, "Mrs. _________, I am pregnant. My parents are going to disown me if they find out." She continued with the things her parents had said over the years about unwed mothers and stuff like that. She asked me to give her the paper back right away before anyone else got a chance to see it. I wrote on the paper that if she wanted to talk more about it, I had office hours.

She came to my office hours the next day and I listened to her troubles for about an hour and handed her tissues. She talked it all out..., how it happened, how guilty she felt, how scared she was, what her options were... all that. I asked her to just relax and let it go for a week. No more worrying. I said I thought once she calmed down and got over the shock, she would be better able to figure out what she wanted to do.

The next week she came to my office hours and said she and her boyfriend decided to get an abortion. She talked for a long time about how they came to that decision. I listened to everything and asked her wait another week before finalizing that decision. She said she was going to have to wait anyway. Neither she nor the boyfriend had jobs. They had no way to pay for an abortion.

We had a few more chat sessions over the next couple of weeks. She (and he) were working on finding the money. She was beginning to panic because she was beginning to show. She had already been accepted at her university of choice, she had plans for education and career, and even after pawning what she could, couldn't get an abortion.

So I paid for her abortion.

I'm not saying it was right or that abortion is right. Her situation was a tough one, and I had been there as a teen myself. I guess if I go to hell for it, so be it.

It was nice to watch her walk across the stage and get her diploma a month or so later at graduation. I watched her walk across a bigger stage to receive her BA four years later. We have never spoken of the choice she made. Once it was done, neither one of us brought it up again, nor have we ever.

Did I do a nice thing for her, or did I damn her to hell?

You most certainly did a nice thing for her! You calmed her down, gave her time to think things through.
In the end I think she would have gone through with it anyway, even if it had been a bit later.

Anyway I was wondering, do you guys still have contact? I guess this kind of thing must create some sort of a bond, no?


OT: The only thing I can come up with right now happened about a week ago, I found a Samsung Galaxy S3 (or 4, dunno, the latest anyway) on the floor of a club. (Mind you, I have a crappy phone myself! 3310 style, lol.) Now if I'm honest, I would've kept it if no one came looking for it, because I could really go around the entire club and ask everyone 'is this yours?' since most would say yes lol. Anyways, a little while later a guy came by the spot where we were standing. He was pouring sweat and litterally no iris left in his eyes. He had a friend by his side who seemed to be rolling but he was more capable of conversation. His friend asked our group if anyone had seen a phone, and he proceeded to give a perfect description. (The colour, the case type and colour) So, I asked the dude what he was on and he said LSD. (I expected as much. ) The friend who was with him and did the actual searching was on MDMA. So (out of sympathy for my fellow acid tripper and roller) I took the phone, gave it to the dude's mate and told him to hang on to it till the acid's worn off. (I would've given the phone back even if they weren't on drugs btw, lol, it was just funny seeing someone on acid look for something. I had already noticed him earlier running all over the place to check the same places over and over again before he finally asked his friend to help him search.

These dudes were very friendly and we chatted for a bit and hung out some and then drank a few rounds (I offered the first round) followed by a bottle of whine. In clubs these are SUPER expensive, I didn't have enough money on me anymore so I couldn't pitch in unfortunately. I explained and said the money I had left was for my cab ride home, which was true. They didn't mind at all and they were already assuming it was their treat when they ordered the bottle.

The guy on acid gave me two hits as a thank you for finding his phone, which I simply couldn't refuse since I hadn't had acid in about a year then. I Gave them both some ketamine though so.. The other guy gave me 2 very good E pills I used to candyflip the other dude's LSD with. Worthwhile evening/night and met two cool people. Haven't seen them since but if I would I'd party with them again!

 

[K88ABY]

I help people whenever I'm able to. It isn't something I think about though... "oh I'm being nice right now".... I do what I can do when I recognize that I can do something. Every day is different and every situation is different.

I found a cell phone in the grocery store parking lot. I opened it and called the contact number and it was the phone owner's wife. She said he had not even gotten back from the store so it must have just happened. I told her I would wait in the parking lot with the phone. He went home, she told him that he lost his phone. He came about 10 minutes later, and was really thrilled. I guess he had a ton of data on his phone. He tried to offer me $20! I refused it and told him it was my pleasure to have had the opportunity to help somebody that day.

I have also found keys, wallets, purses, stuff people take out or put down and then forget about. I can't count how many times I have returned wallets and purses over the last 53 years. As long as I see some form of identification or contacts info as to who lost what, I always attempt to give the person what I found, and I've never taken money from a wallet or purse, nor have I accepted money when offered as thanks.

Some people might dislike what I'm about to say next, but here goes.
I had a student several years ago that I really enjoyed having in my class. I liked my students to journal something every day at the beginning of class. She wrote about her life, she wrote about her parents and how much she loved them but how strict they were and how she felt that as an 18 year old she should have more freedom than she did. She had a 9 p.m. curfew and stuff like that. Very strict parents but very loving as well. Her journals were usually family oriented. She wrote about her frustrations because she had fallen in love with a young man from her church and her parents wouldn't let them see each other often enough to suit her, and wouldn't change her curfew.

One day in the spring, after reading her journals since the previous August and getting to know her well, I was suprised that her journal said, "Mrs. _________, I am pregnant. My parents are going to disown me if they find out." She continued with the things her parents had said over the years about unwed mothers and stuff like that. She asked me to give her the paper back right away before anyone else got a chance to see it. I wrote on the paper that if she wanted to talk more about it, I had office hours.

She came to my office hours the next day and I listened to her troubles for about an hour and handed her tissues. She talked it all out..., how it happened, how guilty she felt, how scared she was, what her options were... all that. I asked her to just relax and let it go for a week. No more worrying. I said I thought once she calmed down and got over the shock, she would be better able to figure out what she wanted to do.

The next week she came to my office hours and said she and her boyfriend decided to get an abortion. She talked for a long time about how they came to that decision. I listened to everything and asked her wait another week before finalizing that decision. She said she was going to have to wait anyway. Neither she nor the boyfriend had jobs. They had no way to pay for an abortion.

We had a few more chat sessions over the next couple of weeks. She (and he) were working on finding the money. She was beginning to panic because she was beginning to show. She had already been accepted at her university of choice, she had plans for education and career, and even after pawning what she could, couldn't get an abortion.

So I paid for her abortion.

I'm not saying it was right or that abortion is right. Her situation was a tough one, and I had been there as a teen myself. I guess if I go to hell for it, so be it.

It was nice to watch her walk across the stage and get her diploma a month or so later at graduation. I watched her walk across a bigger stage to receive her BA four years later. We have never spoken of the choice she made. Once it was done, neither one of us brought it up again, nor have we ever.

Did I do a nice thing for her, or did I damn her to hell?

You never said whether she thanked you or not? If I was her I'd owe you my life.. I think it was highly commendable