Whilst travelling to work this morning, I was sitting next to an old man, he was a classic old man... very english, well dressed with a handkerchief in his pocket, well spoken and down to earth... I asked him if he could hear my music / was it bothering him. he answered no to both. The man wanted to continue the conversation, he asked me what it was that I was listening to and why we "young people" always had "these things" in our ears wherever we went. I was listening to PinkFloyd, Final Cut as it happened - he knew of it, we chatted about it for a minute and then moved on to why we had these things in all the time. My main reason was, as I told him, because I love music, it is as someone said, the soundtrack to my life - I guess?... but, moreso, it can choose my mood for me... when I listen to something chilled out on the way in on the tube, I am generally chilled out at work... If I listen to nineinchnails, I can be somewhat more rowdy (understatement of week). This morning I was chilled and feeling helpful. I carried a bag up some steps for a woman, I chatted to the man on the tube who was intent on purchasing himself one of these gadgets.. I offered him some advice and he went on his way...
Maybe he and I will rock out on the tube next tuesday?
My day was only beginning with the old guy, and continued on rather mundanely until about 3pm... coffee o'clock... I went to my local (to remain nameless) and stood in line... there was an elderly woman infront of me, leaning against the counter, her walking stick hanging from the edge. She had just finished paying with her shaking hands, and in small coins. She looked a bit baffled and slightly upset as to how she was going to get her, her cup of tea and her walking stick back to a table, so, I offered help. I worked out where she could sit, carried her tea across, made sure she got there OK, got her some milk (full fat - good on you old girl) and even stirred her tea for her... She beemed me the sort of smile that I have not seen for some time from a stranger the whole time I was helping her.. It was lovely!... We need to look after our old people, some of them don't have long left but they do have lots to tell...
nb: the large coffee chain that I was in gave me my coffee for free for being helpful... miracle!
chilled and feeling helpful
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w3rd up to you oh helpful one....i wish i wasn't so self centred. otherwise i'd probably do the same!
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