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Question #92626 posted on 10/15/2019 3:54 p.m.

Dear 100 Hour Board,

What’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for you? What’s the nicest thing you’ve done for someone else?

-Rainbow connection


Dear Ric,

Nicest Thing Anyone's Done For Me: My dad got a job in another state when I was in the middle of my senior year of high school. He flew out of state and stayed in a crappy motel 3 weeks a month so we didn't have to move in the middle of the year. It wasn't just for me, cause that would've been hard on my siblings too, but it was really nice of my parents to do that.

Nicest Thing I've Done: This may not be the absolute nicest thing, but this is definitely the funniest nice thing I've done.

So once upon a time I was a cheap Freshman. I meal prepped so that I wouldn't have to cook during the week and so I could save money. So one week in October I made chicken mexican casserole except I accidentally doubled the recipe. So I ate that stupid casserole for lunch and dinner Monday-Thursday, and then for all 3 meals Friday and for breakfast on Saturday. For those keeping track I ate the exact same meal for 10/14 meals in a row.

So that Saturday was conference weekend, and my immediate family was out of state, but my cousin Auto Surf invited me to watch conference with her at her parents house. So Saturday morning I choked down my last portion of casserole, and then drove up to the Surf Household to watch conference. After the morning session of conference we go up to the table to eat lunch and Mama Surf says:

"You and Auto probably haven't had a nice home-cooked meal in a while, so I made you a special lunch".

Mama Surf goes into the kitchen and comes back with the exact. same. casserole. She served me up a big plate and I ate the whole plate, and she gave me seconds and I ate those because I didn't want her to feel bad. She asked me how I liked the meal and I smiled and said:

"It was delicious. Thank you so much!"

It was a well cooked meal, but I was dying inside from eating my record 11th meal of chicken mexican casserole out of 15 meals. 

Please don't tell Mama Surf.




Dear Kermit,

Nicest thing anyone has ever done for me? Probably THIS:

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(Am I just fishing for attention? Maybe. But who cares. Fact is, the love that Pebble gives me every day IS the nicest thing anyone has ever and WILL EVER do for me. And for that I am incredibly grateful.)

One runner up is the one time my friend (who, granted, had a major crush on me at the time) BOUGHT US BOTH TICKETS TO THE COLDPLAY CONCERT and took me with him. I was never serious with him so I felt bad and offered to repay him but he didn't accept it. Like, those were expensive but he just was totally chill about it and it's on the list of best experiences of my LIFE. 

Anyways... The nicest thing I've ever done for anyone else was the divine nature project I did with my friend. We made little books (typed up, laminated, covers, everything) for each of the young women in our ward with letters from me, my friend, the girls' parents, the bishopric, and their young women's leaders. The letters outlined why we loved them, talents and spiritual gifts we saw in them, and advice. It was really meaningful. I talked about it a bit on Board Question #91763

Full of love, 




Listening. A lot of people have done this for me, and it is always so unexpected. 

If you were hoping for something specific maybe it was that one time I was sick, and my sister woke me up with milk and cookies. I cried tears.

Or that girl who took care of our stats assignment without judging me literally AT ALL. Can you imagine? No judgment at all. 

Or that time Auto Surf listened to me play at the farmer's market, and then didn't have cash to drop in my hat, and so she VENMO'D ME TEN DOLLARS?! WHO IS THAT NICE?

Or when my two friends paid to have my music distributed. Holy cow. 

The nicest thing I've ever done? Maybe when I moved to Mesa for two months to take care of my sister and her kids. She had an aneurysm burst, almost died, and she was pregnant. So idk, it was kind of a given. 



Dear Rainbow,

One of my husband's coworkers apparently has a charity, and he just gave me $500 to help buy supplies as a first year teacher! He literally just found out that I'm a teacher while he was talking with my husband and said, "Hey, can I send her some money?" Who even does that??

This now makes my nicest thing I've ever done seem super lame, but I spent pretty much all day last Sunday getting ready for a funeral for a woman I don't even know, because her daughter is in my ward. I made the flower arrangements, I helped set up the tables, and I even made cookies. I'm not a domestic person, making cookies is honestly a huge deal for me, so making them for this woman's mom's funeral was really a labor of love.



Dear RainCon,

Heads up, this is gonna get real. 

My dad died a little less than two years ago. I was living in an apartment in Provo, going to school, working, etc. We knew his heart was having trouble, but none of us (my mom, my 8 siblings) expected him to die when he did. I am the youngest and I was absolutely devastated, of course. 

My brother called me right before my first class was going to start, so I went outside the JSB to take the call. He couldn't talk to me for very long because he needed to call all of the rest of my siblings as well. I was absolutely shattered - full on bawling on the sidewalk. This is when things start getting heartwarming, I promise. As I'm standing there sobbing, a guy came up to me and asked me if I was okay. I, of course, was not okay and I told him that my dad had died. I'd like to make it clear that I did not know this guy at all, he was a complete stranger. He asked if I wanted a hug, and I said yes. He hugged me while I cried into his sweatshirt for a few minutes until I calmed down a bit, then he asked me if I wanted a blessing and I said yes. This heroic dude towed me along to the second floor of the JSB and just starting knocking on offices until we found a professor who was in. He explained everything and asked if we could use his office for the blessing. I don't remember anything about what he said to me in the blessing, but he hugged me again after and we went our separate ways. Every time I think about it, I'm hit again with how kind this random dude was to me, someone he had never met. I'm so grateful for him.

In the next day or so as I got ready to leave for home to go to my dad's funeral, I was constantly reminded of people's love for me. People in the ward that I thought were just barely friends went and bought me like four bags of snacks for the road trip home. Someone gave me their little cactus and a Gatorade so I could replenish my fluids after crying so much. A friend who had broken both of his legs in an accident and was in a wheelchair somehow made it up to my third floor apartment to come visit me. So so so many people were so kind to me during that time, I consider it an absolute miracle. 

-Quixotic Kid


Dear rainbeam,

We're gonna start with the nicest thing I've done for someone because it's far more depressing than the nicest thing anyone has done for me.

The nicest thing I've ever done was tell my mission president I would be companions with a former, abusive companion so she wouldn't be sent home. It's the typical story: her past companion slept with a bat for safety; she threw things at and hit another companion; multiple companions including myself called the mission president begging for an emergency transfer; she caused such deep PTSD in me and another companion that we both switched our majors to psychology for a time; I developed such trust issues that I thought my family didn't love me and believed everyone was lying to me for several months...you know, the typical story. After we got a new mission president and I finally got a new companion, the new MP called me. He'd been having issues with my former abusive companion, and wanted to know what I would do with her. I'd promised her that I'd be her companion to prevent her from being sent home (even she knew how bad she was), so that's what I told the MP. Wise as ever, he immediately asked "Would you be willing for your current trainee to be her companion?", heard my horrified "NO!", and sent my former companion home.

The nicest thing anyone has done for me is actually a tie. First, how my family has responded to my loss of faith in the church. I was so terrified they would reject me, or make passive aggressive comments, or slowly cut me out of their lives, but they haven't. They've been so loving and understanding and still willing to involve me in every aspect of their lives. Funnily enough, I think my relationship with them has actually gotten stronger. Easily one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me.

Second, a letter my dad wrote me while I was a first year at Girl's Camp. Apparently the leaders had all the dads write their daughters a letter, but I was so touched by my dad's that I've saved it through all these years. It didn't include much - it was a two page letter just detailing what he and my family had been doing while I was at camp. But I was so touched by the fact that he took the time to sit down and write me about his day that I saved the letter and still have it today.

-guppy of doom


Dear Rainbow Connection,

My old boss gave me his old '95 car last year.

A little background story: My old boss treats his students/employees like family. When I was trying to get this job back in 2016 he came to our apartment with his wife to see if we'd all be a good fit. There was one other candidate that he couldn't decide between, and there was a lot of discussion behind it.

Later on, he would have work parties at his house with all of his employees to work on certain projects. He'd feed us pizza and then go straight to work. We've gone out to dinner as the four of us, and we also invited each other over for dinner. I even cried when we moved away from Provo since I was going to miss him and his wife so much. He's going to be a grandpa to our future kids! (He was also one of the first people we told I was pregnant.)

ANYWAY. He was going to go on a study abroad for my second to last semester at BYU. He's had really bad experiences with leaving his home empty (getting robbed, water pipes breaking and flooding the basement). He and his wife decided that they trusted Carl and I to housesit for free the 6 months they'd be gone. We didn't like our living situation at all, so we happily said yes. But unavoidable things happened, so we weren't able to house sit after all.

He felt bad since he was excited to help us save up for a down payment for a house, as we'd be saving a few grand in rent. He wanted to make it up to us by giving us his old car that they took very good care of. I love this car to death even though it's old. It has a lot of personality and it reminds me of him every time I get in it. Plus our other car hurt my back if I was sitting in it for a long period of time. This car is so much better for my back and I don't mind driving it long distances. (Wow I sound old.)

All in all, it was the nicest thing ever since we didn't expect anything once we found out we wouldn't be able to housesit anymore. Having two cars helped relieve a lot of stress we had trying to juggle one car. We lived so far away from campus since Carl was working full time and tried to drop me off when he could.

The nicest thing that we've ever done for someone is give away one of our cars to someone. (We had recently bought a Chevy Volt and didn't need three cars.) This person was always so generous to everyone and ended up going through a really hard time. I don't feel like I need to get into details, but instead of selling the car (which was always the plan) we gave it away just like my old boss did for us. It felt good and they appreciate the car so much more than we do. 

 -Goldie Rose


Dear you,

I'm honestly not sure what the absolute nicest thing another person has done for me is, but whatever it was, it was probably done by my mom. She is just always there when I need her. Even when I'm living an hour away and too sick to do more than crawl around my apartment (referring to when I got sick a couple weeks ago), she's there with soup, saltines, ginger ale, medicine, and everything else I could want. When I get psyched out at having to adult and stuff, I know my mom is just a call away, and willing to give me a quick tutorial on what to do with a leaky toilet, finding car insurance, calming down from major anxiety at having to drive (which possibly was the cause of getting sick a couple weeks ago), making doctor appointments on my own insurance, or where to hang a painting of a castle from Germany (given to me by--you guessed it--my mom and dad). 

My entire life is basically one huge example of my mom doing one nice thing after another for me. No matter what happens, she's proved she will always love, support, and be there for me. And I think that's pretty nice.

The nicest thing I've ever done for someone was giving blankets, hot food, fuzzy socks and company to a blind woman I would read to in high school. It was Christmas break of my senior year of high school, and the coldest week of that winter (it rarely got above 0 degrees the entire week). The heating in the house of this woman I read to had gone out, and when I discovered this, my mom quickly whipped up a meal, and armed with blankets, socks and other amenities, we immediately visited this woman.



Dear Rainbaut,

Disclaimer—these are just the first things I thought of. I am very bad at absolutes or anything that ends with -est.

One time on my mission, my sweet companion cleaned up my puke from our car, which is very gross and very, very nice. I had gotten sick really suddenly, and basically all I remember is stumbling out of our car and straight into my bed.

Last week, I paid for my roommate’s gas just because I could, which I thought was pretty nice.




Dear Rain,

Nicest Thing Anyone’s Done For Me: 

Last fall I was having a really hard time adjusting to the new semester, as I had just changed my major for the third time and still wasn’t confident in my choice. I also just felt alone in Provo, like I didn’t belong.

After I expressed my frustrations to a friend who goes to school in a different state, he contacted one of my mentors I had growing up, who was like a father figure to me, and asked him to record an inspirational message for me telling me how much he believed in me and how proud he was. My friend then put that message onto a recordable button and mailed it to me. It wasn’t my birthday or any special occasion, but my friend just realized I could use some help and wanted to help me.

Nicest Thing I’ve Done: 

When I was in high school my guitar teacher was diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer. She had to stop teaching lessons but one day when I went over to visit her, she broke down in tears. She was scared for her kids since she wasn’t able to be there for them as much as she used to. 

As a 14-year-old, I wasn’t able to understand the gravity of the situation or in any way comprehend what she was going through. But I wanted to do what I could to take something off her plate, so I offered to tutor her kids twice a week so that she didn’t have to worry about their homework. I did that with the kids for two years until their mother passed away and they soon after moved to live with their grandparents.



Dear person,

Nicest thing someone has ever done for me: It would have to be my "adopted" family letting me in and essentially raising me to be an emotionally developed and generally functional human. Most recently the nicest thing was that some of them dropped off some ginger ale, gatorade, and apple juice when I was sick. I passed out from dehydration right after I answered the door, fell down, recovered immediately, and then puked. They helped me clean up my puke against my will. Looking back, I really needed help to do that safely. So I'm very grateful.

Nicest thing I've ever done: One time a group of friends and I made gingerbread cookies with different organ systems iced onto them and gave them to our biology teacher (we studied basic physiology in biology where I went to high school). For example, one gingerbread person had lungs, another had a urinary system, and so on. I also made a beautiful gingerbread cookie in the shape of a heart with the atria and ventricles and valves and vena cavae and aorta with red and blue icing for the oxygenated and deoxygenated blood. Not to brag too much, but these cookies were awesome. Especially the heart one. 

Anyways, some of us - myself included - had been goofballs in her class and made the cookies to thank her for putting up with us. We delivered the cookies to her office and it turned out she'd been having a hard day. She absolutely loved the cookies and gave us hugs and I think she cried. So I don't know it was a good deed as much as great timing and great cookies, but it was definitely the best reaction I've ever received to anything nice that I've done.