a lift home
A lot of people have done nice things for me, such as my dad who has given me a lift to work at half five in the morning so I could get some overtime done. My dad who was recently diagnosed with cancer, yet he's still prepared to do this for me.

However this post isn't about him.

A little background, I work in a town called Ulverston, and live in Barrow-in-Furness. This is about half an hour on the bus. I have to walk for fifteen minutes to get to the bus, and about the same to get to work from the bus station.

Last year, I left work in the pissing rain. It was absolutely torrential. As I walked for two minutes, I knew I was in for a horrendous walk where I'd likely get soaked to the skin. Already my jeans were damp, and I knew they'd be sodden soon. I rounded the corner, and a lad from work walked out of a house.

"Alright mate, bit wet, ain't it?"
"Aye. Want a lift up?"
"Oh, to the bus station would be grand."
"Fuck that Dan, I'll give you a lift home."
"I couldn't ask you to do that."
"Get in, I'm taking you home. Just got to get petrol on the way."
"Well let me give you the money for that."
"Nah, just lend me a tenner till tomorrow, and I'll pay you back."

True to his word, he gave me the money back the next day. I tried to get him to keep it, but he wouldn't hear of it.

The lad not only gave me a lift home, out of the goodness of his heart, but refused to accept money for his petrol. If that's not kindness, I don't know what is.

Unfortunately, he's just been made redundant. As have I.
(stapleface, Thu 9 Oct 2008, 13:18, Reply)