An exceptionally good deed.
I'd like to tell you about a lovely, lovely thing that happened to us today.
My friend had to have a scan at a private clinic in Solihull today, and she asked me if I would go with her.
I know she'd have done the same for me, so I said I'd go.
I took the dogs for a good run across the fields early, then off we went, neither of us having more than a vague idea of where to go.
Things were fine until we turned off the motorway, then we got lost . . and lost again . . and so on. I said we should ring them and ask them to talk us in, but she hadn't thought to take their phone number with us.
Eventually we came across a garage in the middle of nowhere and I saw a chap fiddling about with a car on the forecourt. I suggested we pull in and ask him if he knew where this clinic was.
He didn't, but asked for the address or post code and he would try to find out for us. How kind, I thought.
He eventually came back and gave us directions, but neither of us could remember where he said turn left, right, go straight across at the second roundabout or what !! (We don't get out much
), so bless his heart, he wrote it all down for us.
We were ever so grateful to him, and drove off again, thinking what an unusually kind, helpful man he was to us old biddies.
We bumbled along, mostly getting it right this time, and eventually pulled in to the car park at this beautiful big house, and breathed a sigh of relief at getting there on time.
Now this is the really, really good bit.
When we got out of the car, we saw a little white car pull in and park nearby. The door opened and who should be standing there than the man from the garage who had written everything down for us.
He stood smiling and simply said "Thought I'd better make sure me directions were correct, and you got here alright."
We couldn't believe it. I think we both felt quite over whelmed at the exceptional kindness of this man. Bless his great big heart.
There are some lovely, special people about if you are lucky enough to come across them.