Today I was the subject of a random act of kindness. The suspect was a largish young man with dark hair and a willingness to listen to a dithering mother with too much in her hand basket in the middle of a service station in Yorkshire.
I was left slightly bewildered and an awful lot happier for a random act of kindness doesn’t necessarily happen every day.
I was shopping in the M&S part of the MOTO Ferrybridge Service Station because we were on our way back to Suffolk after a 36 hours stay with the Grandparents. We were all very sad especially The Boy as he was meant to have stayed with Granny and Grandpa on his own until Christmas Eve but unfortunately Granny took ill and we all had to return home so poor Granny could get some rest and hopefully be better to travel down for Christmas next week.
Realising we had no food back at the ranch I braved the service station because the last thing I wanted was to join the throng in town on the last Saturday before the festive holidays. I may be daft but not that daft! So instead of just sarnies I bought enough food for us to survive a small snowstorm and staggered to the checkout. The lad was kind and helpful and offered to look after my bulging bags while I popped over to Costa to get my driver a much needed Americano – there was still some three hours to go before we would be home and I wasn’t going to chance it. I begged the lad to give me a shout if I tried to go off without my shopping and we laughed. He said he’d run after me if I forgot.
When I did return to get my shopping he was about to go off his shift and he offered to carry my shopping to the car. I asked if that would be alright and he replied: “Sure what else have I got to do!”
He is an absolute saint because he made my day.