I've got to get this down. Years ago I had a job as a bank courier and the man who trained me said that I should never walk on the escalators, either going up or going down. He felt they should do their work for you. So I always stand on the escalator at Union station even though it usually has a long line up. Well tonight I was going towards it slowly and I saw the man in front of me turn back. I noticed he had a slight limp. The escalator wasn't working, but people were still struggling up the oversized steps. I followed the man. He did not take the regular stairs, but went further back along the platform and summoned the elevator for handicapped people. I followed him in. I thought why the hell not. Me: "How old are you?". He looked offended, intruded upon, but I smiled and said, "I'm asking because you're obviously older than me, but you don't look retired." I had won him over. He also smiled and said, "I work for the federal government, I'm seventy seven and I love my work". "You have given me hope", I said and we parted. Later we almost shared another elevator to the train platforms, but there wasn't much room on it and I said I could wait for it to come down again. He has given me hope.
Digging For Memories
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This is my father digging the back garden at our house in Northowram back
in the late 1950s. He might as well have been digging for memories because
the...
14 hours ago
1 comment:
I loved this story. We could pass around a lot of hope if we simply spoke to each other more, don't you think?
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