I, too, have been the recipient of many, many kindnesses, it would be hard to choose the biggest one.
While I was reading cantoresq, oomis and wolf’s postings, I was reminded of a big one that I hadn’t thought about in a long while.
My father died when I was nine years old, leaving my mother, my brother (age six) and me.
That summer, my parents’ friends got some money together to send my brother and me to summer camp. They also got my mother a job at the camp office, so we wouldn’t be far apart.
I am always very touched and grateful when I think of this particular kindness.