The Kindness of Strangers

By 12/22/2015 , , , , , ,

On the 11th, myself and Isla took a long trip to an event hosted by a company we are going to be working alongside for the next year (more on that soon!). This meant four trains, cars, walking and a lot of stress as I have never done anything more than a local bus with a pram.

I was thoroughly overwhelmed by the time we got home by how kind strangers can be when I was always so accustomed to the usual heads down eyes forward behavior of the public.

To the man on the first platform who helped me get Isla's pram on the train, when you could clearly see I was in a panic- thank you.

To the two businessmen who pulled faces at Isla and made her smile, talked to me for the whole first leg of the journey about your own children and then helped me get off the train while complimenting Isla's behavior- thank you.

To the other two women with prams on their way to Chessington for a day out, who chatted to me and Isla, and made sure there was room for all of us in the wheelchair/pram spaces- thank you.

To Sophia from the PR company Cirkle organizing the day out, who kept me updated on her problems parking and did everything she could to get me to the venue as quickly and smoothly as possible- thank you.

To all the staff and hosts at the wonderful event and all the other mums and dads who were so exceptionally friendly towards both me and Isla, thank you.

To the platform guards who cleared the huge crowd of commuters and ensured I was able to get on the train without having to collapse the pram or stand for an hour, and the two boys who offered to help me if I had any troubles getting through the mob of people- thank you.

To the group squashed in around the pram who played peek-a-boo and funny faces and generally giggled with Isla when she was being cranky from being in the pram so long- thank you.

Now I will add here at this point in our journey things didn't run so smoothly, and I was angry for days, but after a lot of thought and looking at the funny side I realise it was not done on purpose and I am grateful that the platform guard tried to help.

So, to the platform guard that directed me to the disabled carriage for the train stopping at Bedford and helped me get settled before it set off- thank you for trying to help even though this train didn't stop at Bedford and I ended up on a direct train to London an hour and a half away from my intended destination.

To the man who saw my crying when I realised I was on the wrong train and went to find someone in charge, sat comforting me and Isla, offered to let me charge my phone on his computer, kept me updated with train times and possible journeys home and the plan to get me home, offered me money for food even though I gratefully declined and was genuinely lovely to me- thank you. I wouldn't have had a clue what to do without you.

To all the women in the quiet carriage who (despite Isla crying) stated how peaceful and well behaved she was to save my guilt for her being noisy, thank you.

To the rail employee on the London train who promised me everything would be okay and get me and Isla onto the fastest train home and into a nice area to sit, ensuring the staff on that train knew why I didn't have a ticket- thank you.

So many people were so lovely to us on this journey with all it's ups and downs and I really wish I could find each person and thank them. Even the people who offered a simple smile to Isla or said how well behaved she was, it was so appreciated on what could've been a super stressful journey.

Thank you.

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