I went the hospital near my house a few hours ago (hence why I've been very active today) to visit my buddy who just had surgery on his ACL/MCL.

I frequent the hospital to get service hours by helping out so I walked my usual route to leave. The outpatient area is my last stop, and as I was walking by I saw a kid alone. Knowing he couldn't be anymore then 11 years old I went up to him. He looked a bit concerned about something so I just said hello and asked him where his parents were. He told me his name was Miles and that his parents were talking to a doctor and that he had been in the hospital for 2 days because he couldn't walk up the stairs in his home, he had the inability to make the step up.

I started making conversation with him and he pointed out my shirt. I was wearing a Lamborghini Polo I got as a gift from the HQ in Bologna when I visited over the summer. And he told me he always dreamt of riding in a Lamborghini. Before I could say anything his parents came back and obviously asked me what I was doing talking to their son, lmao. I explained to them I was on my way out and I usually talk to some of the people in the outpatient area, and I noticed that he looked pretty down. With that I took them aside and asked if he was ok and told them that he explained to me why he was in the hospital. They said they were going to have to conduct test for brain cancer, because during initial tests he had troubles, and they found some form of anomaly in his first MRI (although they suspect it's a mess up as a result of him moving around.) I had been in the exact same situation a few months ago (or maybe it was last month, a lot has happened so Idr exactly.) So I could feel for him. I told them I had an idea of how to cheer him up and to stay here for 15 more minutes. On the way out the mom said to the dad "hey isn't that the company Miles owns a toy of" to which the dad then asked me if that was Lamborghini. I pointed out the name (which was clear enough) and said yup.

I walked out. Went home, and came back. As many of you know, I own a Lamborghini. I came back into the area and saw they were waiting in the back of the room, unable to see a giant window facing outside. I took the dad aside and told him what I had planned. He relayed the info to the mom and this is how it went down.

The parents would take him outside and tell him to cover his eyes. Saying it was a test the doctor asked them to do. They walk him (blindly) until he was a few feet away from the car. I then went to him and told him that I felt bad that he had a bad last two days. And I told him I had a way of making it up to him. I texted my parents to come out (they were in the hospital room with my friend with his family). And then I told Miles to uncover his eyes.

Flood, never in my life have I ever seen such pure joy. His eyes opened wider then ever, and he smiled as much as possible. And he just screamed "no way" and started jumping up and down from excitement. My mom and his mom began to cry and I told the dad he could take his son for a spin in it around the parking lot (it was basically empty.) So they did. When they went around twice they came back, and after helping both of them open the doors, the dad came and gave me a hug, and said god bless you. I went to Miles, gave him a high five and told him that I hope I made his dream come true. And he too hugged me. We took a picture (which I'm skeptical to show as both the kids family and my family are in it).

I have always wanted to make someone's dream come true. And I did. I tried to hold back tears, but a few got away. It was humbling, and amazing to make a kid and his family so happy. I gave the dad my number so he could tell me how the results turned out. We all hugged one more time, and said goodbye.

I'm very happy today flood. I feel blessed beyond belief. It was awesome. Absolutely awesome.

Y'know, I never heard a saint talking about all the good they've done.

...so I'm being an asshole?

Quote from: BC1096 on October 28, 2014, 06:21:00 PM

Quote from: Casper on October 28, 2014, 06:20:23 PM

Y'know, I never heard a saint talking about all the good they've done.

...so I'm being an asshole?

Why yes. Yes you are.

Why do you dislike me again?

Y'know, I never heard a saint talking about all the good they've done.

There are no saints. Everybody has baggage. Everybody has a bad side. The reason you've never heard them speak about it, is because they're a myth. A saint is not some holier than thou person. We are all flawed. But that doesn't change the fact people have the capability in them to do something special for others, even if it's small.

I want to cry right now.

Kid's always gonna remember that. Good on you, man.

That's a picture of Stalin right? (OffTopic I know, but I was like "that's Stalin")

Kid's always gonna remember that. Good on you, man.

I'm saving that picture

Quote from: Sandtrap on October 28, 2014, 06:28:42 PM

Well, folks always read my big walls of shit, so the least I can do is read yours. It's a good thing. We often forget how much of a difference some of the little things can make.

Sometimes, you don't have to move a mountain for somebody. All you have to do is make them smile. One little bright spot on a bad day. I know the feeling well. Tossing in some spare bucks in my pocket for folks who are short. Help when I see that they need a hand. A comment, that let's them know that I know, and that they aren't alone.

Our impacts, don't have to be massive to be world changing and life changing. Because of all the memories I remember, it's the small ones. The smiles from strangers I received on bad days. The comments, and the eyes of people you look at, and you know, that they can see that you need something, you need help. A leg up. One singular moment to spark one last light for you, something to hang onto no matter how lost you seem.

Remember that. You don't have to be god to change somebody's life around. You don't have to have millions at your disposal. Just the simple will to help, even if it's as something as small as a handshake, for somebody who feels like they have nothing left.

Everything just came together perfectly. It was so amazing. I honestly expected to say hi, hopefully get him to smile while we were talking (which I did) and say bye and go home.

It was just perfect. And I wanted to make his dream come true. Plus, I live very close by so it was a 5 minutes drive to and from

It's nice, isn't it? When everything lines up, and you know, all you have to do is take one step. You realize how you can help. You realize that you can make a difference.

I remember, some months back, an aqcuantance of mine lost his mother. She passed away to something horrid, and it was just him. Friends of hers showed up at the funeral, as did family. But the man, the person I knew, the person I'd worked alongside over the past months, had nobody.

But I told myself I should go. And I did. Even though I couldn't exactly call him a friend, he was close enough to fit the bill. And, I could tell, that it made a difference. Of all the people there, he never expected me to be there. And when he saw me, it broke him. Not break, as in a bad way. But his composure was shattered, and the only thing he could do was come up and hug me.

You could see it in his eyes. You could hear it in his voice. In this room of people, this sea of faces, of distant family, and older people he didn't know, he wasn't alone. He never expected me to be there. Never expected me to care, or understand. And yet, there I was.

Hugged me. Cried. And with shaking hands, shook mine. I couldn't say much. But the point was made. And sometimes, that's all you can do.

Fuck you, you piece of shit.

You should've gifted the kid your car. You're rich enough to afford another.

WHY AREN'T YOU PAYING 80pc INCOME TAX?

Quote from: Sandtrap on October 28, 2014, 06:31:03 PM

Quote from: Casper on October 28, 2014, 06:20:23 PM

Y'know, I never heard a saint talking about all the good they've done.

There are no saints. Everybody has baggage. Everybody has a bad side. The reason you've never heard them speak about it, is because they're a myth. A saint is not some holier than thou person. We are all flawed. But that doesn't change the fact people have the capability in them to do something special for others, even if it's small.

I'm not saying what he did wasn't good.  It's always nice to do something for other people.  But just like people don't like hearing about all the bad things in someone's life, doesn't mean people want to hear about all the good either.  You did something good?  Hey great! It feels nice to do something for others out of kindness, but don't go around looking for recognition and acceptance of what you did.  That's  petty.  Just know that what you did made someone happy and that should be good enough.

What if it's a new feeling? It's uplifting, really. It gives you an energy in your steps and thoughts. And, sometimes, you have to tell someone. You have to tell them how good you feel. It's infectious almost. It's a moment, something special in your mind, and you feel like sharing that feeling with everybody.

There are days when you do something good. And you go on with your day. You ask for no recognition. And there are others, where you do something good, and it not only affects the person you helped, but it affects you as well. You feel it in your soul, and you just want to laugh, and cry.

That feeling? That's what he's got right now. It's excitement. Pure happiness. And a simple desire to spread it.

Quote from: Casper on October 28, 2014, 06:39:18 PM

Quote from: Sandtrap on October 28, 2014, 06:31:03 PM

Quote from: Casper on October 28, 2014, 06:20:23 PM

Y'know, I never heard a saint talking about all the good they've done.

There are no saints. Everybody has baggage. Everybody has a bad side. The reason you've never heard them speak about it, is because they're a myth. A saint is not some holier than thou person. We are all flawed. But that doesn't change the fact people have the capability in them to do something special for others, even if it's small.

I'm not saying what he did wasn't good.  It's always nice to do something for other people.  But just like people don't like hearing about all the bad things in someone's life, doesn't mean people want to hear about all the good either.  You did something good?  Hey great! It feels nice to do something for others out of kindness, but don't go around looking for recognition and acceptance of what you did.  That's  petty.  Just know that what you did made someone happy and that should be good enough.

What if it's a new feeling? It's uplifting, really. It gives you an energy in your steps and thoughts. And, sometimes, you have to tell someone. You have to tell them how good you feel. It's infectious almost. It's a moment, something special in your mind, and you feel like sharing that feeling with everybody.

There are days when you do something good. And you go on with your day. You ask for no recognition. And there are others, where you do something good, and it not only affects the person you helped, but it affects you as well. You feel it in your soul, and you just want to laugh, and cry.

That feeling? That's what he's got right now. It's excitement. Pure happiness. And a simple desire to spread it.

I understand what you're saying.  Which would be fine... if it were the first time.  But it's not.  It's always something about his life with the random topic here and there to make it look not so conceited.  And honestly, I don't think it's necessarily intentional.  But it's like that person that always whines and complains.  My life is this, my life is that.  If we wanted to know about your life, then we'd ask.  Sure, something might happen like losing a family member or a pet or something, but that doesn't happen all the time either.

Quote from: Sandtrap on October 28, 2014, 06:31:03 PM

Quote from: Casper on October 28, 2014, 06:20:23 PM

Y'know, I never heard a saint talking about all the good they've done.

There are no saints. Everybody has baggage. Everybody has a bad side. The reason you've never heard them speak about it, is because they're a myth. A saint is not some holier than thou person. We are all flawed. But that doesn't change the fact people have the capability in them to do something special for others, even if it's small.

I'm not saying what he did wasn't good.  It's always nice to do something for other people.  But just like people don't like hearing about all the bad things in someone's life, doesn't mean people want to hear about all the good either.  You did something good?  Hey great! It feels nice to do something for others out of kindness, but don't go around looking for recognition and acceptance of what you did.  That's  petty.  Just know that what you did made someone happy and that should be good enough.

He doesn't make a thread every day about it.
There is nothing wrong with this.

Sorry I guess