When I said bye to my friend at Stockwell in South London, I took the victoria line to Euston and I was dreading the next stage of my journey. A 1 hour train from Euston to Milton Keynes.
I am always being spontaneous and going to visit my friends in their home towns- but mainly London. I love the city buzz, the thrill of going to bigger and better places and the atmosphere the different people give it.
Anyway I finally got to Euston for what felt like the longest tube journey of my life. Probably due to lack of sleep, hungerness, and my hangover from the almighty Notting Hill carnival! I walked up to the gates when I inserted my train ticket to the sound of beeping and the red sign 'please seek assistance'. Great...something to delay me even longer.
'Sorry Madam this ticket is only valid until 28th. It is the 29th today.' So despite getting really drunk at the carnival, having a spinning room and being so dehydrated that I chose to stay at my friends house, I also lost out on a return journey. Back to the ticket machine I go to purchase another ticket when my card read 'declined'. I had no money to get home.
Instantly I felt sick. I wanted to cry. To make matters worse my phone battery had died. I looked around and the spur of the moment lead me to the nearest man. He was resting on the side with earphones looking at his phone. I approached him with a panic ora to me and his words were 'don't worry, you don't need to cry'. He rummaged through his pockets to find he could not gather a pound from his loose shracknell. He then offered me to go to the ticket machine whilst he could put it on his card. Hello? How shocked am I! The first person I approached and he has paid for my train journey home.
I gratefully hugged him and thanked him so much. He said to me 'See London is not a bad place after all' and it got me thinking the whole journey home.
When someone needs your help give it to them because you never know when you will need it back. Karma- What goes around comes right back around. He didn't need to help me or pay £13.00 for a stranger to get home but he did that from his own goodwill and we need more people like that in this world.
Even Joan Collins has released a book called 'The world' where she unleashes her rage at the state of Britain. She states 'There are so many aspects of British life today that depress me: the decline in manners, the proliferation of badly dressed people, our obesity crisis, the lack of respect shown to our older citizens and the menacing yob culture that seems to rule our society, as evidenced by the recent terrifying riots, arson and looting'.
Which yes- I suppose all of this is true and young citizens like myself do disregard the contributions made by our senior citizens who fought facism during the war- not because they were forced too, because they wanted too. My mum once said to me 'Your great Grandad would turn in his grave if he saw what was going on.' I understand my mothers point of view, but what the older citizen need to take into account is that those who critize our generation forget who raised it.
Besides the statements I regularly hear on Britain, I choose to have my own outlook, which not alot of people seem to have. In my eyes a lot of people are sheep and they are peer pressured into what other people believe. I keep my friends close and my enemies closer. I would rather know people from this 'menacing yob culture' and be on good terms with them than fight against them and potentially be at risk of getting stabbed, shot or even killed.
I don't want to turn into the majority of people living in Britain. I don't want this to be my regular topic of discussion, I am fed up of hearing people rant about the situation. I am a positive person, I am happy and I enjoy my life. I am not going to judge people on the colour of their skin, the music they are into, the clothes they wear, the food they eat, the people they are friends with nor the hobbies they are into. Everyone is innocent until proven guilty.
If we stop judging people by the way they look and instinctively believe they are good people then life will show you a good time. I am polite and friendly to almost everyone, that when I was at Euston scared and frightened, a young black man helped me. I know some people that wouldn't have even dared to talk to him, but it just goes to show if you are a kind person, people will be kind back. No one are born criminals it is the people they come across in life that make them that way.
Thank you to the kind hearted man who got me home safely at the end of my bank holiday madness!