Driving Home The Kindness, Part 3

, , , | Hopeless | April 26, 2016

(My period has hit me like a truck one day and I’m making my way towards the train station to get home. It’s becoming very hard to even stand, much less walk straight and I sit down to take break, but I’m obviously in pain. A woman stops to ask what’s wrong and, when I explain, goes off to get some painkillers for me. Unfortunately, my stomach decides that the source of the pain must be the poison I just drank and throws it right up.)

Woman: “Oh, dear! You know what? I’ll call my daughter and she’ll give you a ride home. Just stay here a moment!”

(Her daughter drove me all the way home and talked very kindly to me so I could relax but still give some directions. Despite it being a miserable day, I remember it very fondly.)


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