What's the most unselfish thing you've ever done for a loved one or close friend?

Question

I drove to Fla. (800 mi.) in the middle of the night to get my sister-in-law's kids back from their alcoholic, drug-addicted father, who took them from their mother without permission. By the time we got there it was midday, and I almost went to jail for slapping this jerk around when he started yelling at my wife (he was drunk at 11:00 AM, typical) What's your story?

Answer 1

The most unselfish thing ive done is let them go. There was this boy i really liked, maybe loved, but i knew he didnt like me. sad thing was he knew i liked him. He liked some other girl so i helped him hook up with her. It hurt me but helped him.

Answer 2

my best friend is my most favorite person in the world. I give her what she needs, also the things that she want... Even though some of the times, it hurts me.

One time, she got really angry with one of our acquaintances, then I spoke to cool it out, then she gave me a cold stare, I got mad because she treats me like the way she treat other unimportant people in our lives... I came home, send her a load as usual... so she can text anyone she like... then she texted me.. thanked me and told me that she need to fix herself, that she need to have a fasting on me... that we can't see each other for a couple of days... MY WORLD TREMBLED. I did all i can to make her happy, gave my best just to make her life easy, then this is what I get. My heart is pounding in pain. I can't barely breathe. I didn't reply because I'm really aching. I gave her the time that she asked.

Now, we're together, STILL. I still do everything to make her glad. Made a bookmark for her recently, she loved it. I cut every letters of BABYILOVEYOUSOMUCH in the paper I printed myself with different fonts and sizes. Of course, the bookmark is a picture of her crush, Adam Levine.And just yesterday, I bought her a lot of food for her to eat before she take her final exam.

Sometimes, if not all of the times, a love that ask so little can mean so very much... Thoreau was right about that.