Two memorable issues in your life.

1) My aunt who passed away in 2009. She lived until the ripe old age of 97. She never married but always treated me as her own.
2) That's a tough one. Not sure.
 
1. It depends on your definition of 'kind'. I got on well with my maternal grandmother. She wasn't the sort to give hugs and kisses, which was fine by me; we had a great rapport.


2. According to my daughter people regard me as the neighbourhood character, I regard that as a compliment.:D
 
I have had only 2 acts of kindness in my life...

I came from dysfunctional violent parents who always told me how ugly and dumb I was. I had a paternal aunt who feared my father, but she would do things for me that my parents didn't do on the quiet so he didn't find out. I had several stays in hospital as a child with no visits from my parents but my aunt would come and visit and she would bring me chocolate, I'd never had chocolate until she brought it to me, but I wasn't allowed to tell anyone.

Compliments:...that's harder because there's been a few since I've been an adult.

I suppose given I had such a turbulent violent childhood and had no idea how to parent, that when people say how wonderfully my child turned out is probably the biggest compliment.

On a more shallow level, I have always been told I look like Stevie Nicks from Fleetwood Mac..(I don't think I do)..but I'd like to think I might a little because I think she is very pretty.. so that's a nice compliment :)
 
1. My Mother
2. Too many to pick out just one. Airline passengers are very grateful when they arrive safely to their destination and some go over-board thanking the crew for a good flight.
 
Ok, my turn.
1. My mother had a friendship with with a wonderful black man that she sold cars to in the early 50's. He wasn't able to have children, and for some reason he took an interest in me. From the age of five, I use to stay with him when my parents couldn't find some place to stick me when they would separate. He was the first gentle man I met. He never hurt me, and he stayed in my life until three years ago, when he died at the age of 92.

2. Same person would tell me that I was good inside, and that I had a quick mind, to use it and not to believe others when I could see that they just meant harm to me. I use to dream that he was my father, until he explained why that couldn't be. :wave:
 
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