Thursday, 4 August 2011

The Journey to Work

Firstly I start on the train. It always fills up quickly in the morning so luckily I live at the start of the line - I always get a seat! People are extremely funny when it comes to commuting, everyone has their own seat they sit in daily and if it's not vacant you feel very much put out.

Today I was put out!

After taking my seat that wasn't my seat, I was finally rocked back into my routine and I feel asleep listening to the sniffs and coughs that plague the train. It is these coughs and sniffs that you know will enter the trains air-conditioning that's then on route for your own set of healthy lungs, ready to germ them up.

Scratchy throat or hypochondriac, I wake up in the wet and drizzly London after days of glorious sun and I've worn the wrong shoes of course. In perfectly clean sailor plimsolls I start the walk to the tube ruining them a little more with every step. Once blue now black! I always miss the first tube that comes, I blame the people that walk down the stairs slow - frustrating.

Tubes are stuffy no matter what the weather is outside. I delayer and stand as seats go quicker than sale items in Primark. I can't help but look at people on the tube, just quick glances here and there looking at what people are wearing, or who they're with and if they're in love. Today a lady starred at me for the entire journey - a freaky stare that didn't move or blink. Unsettling.

Then something different happened.

It was only a very small act of kindness, but it was kind non the less and made me realise that good people were always there you just need to be reminded of that.

A man aged about 45 got up from his seat and walked over, just past me where a lady was standing who I hadn't noticed. He said in a very kind voice, 'Would you like my seat?' I then saw the large bump she was hugging and she smiled and said,'I am fine thank you.'

It dawned on me right there and then, with so much hate, frustration and anger, it's easy to forget the kindness and little acts that everyone is capable of. Sometimes it touches us at just the right time and reminds us good people exist.

Be good. Be kind. Remember.

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