As we were arriving, out of the tunnel from the station, there were a pair of mum’s with a couple of children about my daughters age but each also with a child in a buggy. They were stood at the exit to the tunnel at the base of a set of steps pondering their ascent.
I remember how difficult this was from our time with a buggy. In fact one of our friends and I carried a buggy up and down a lot of steps, particularly in Italy and France, which are not the most buggy friendly of nations.
Anyway, I was always taught to be a gentleman, and so offered to help carry the buggys up the stairs.
Sadly this seemed to shock them.
As I made the two trips up the stairs both ladies expressed their thanks but in such a way to suggest that I was doing something out of the ordinary.
This made me sad. Has it really come to this in our country that people are now surprised by small acts of kindness from strangers?
What sort of world do we live in that kindness is now considered strange?
Please help me change this attitude. From today I am going to attempt to encourage everyone I know to do one kind thing for a stranger every day. Perhaps like the film suggests we can all “pay it forward” and make our world just that little bit better.