The evening of the Friday just gone was rather an unusual one for me. So much so, that I decided to blog about it.
What you’re (hopefully) about to read is by no means a very harrowing, gripping or awe-inspiring story by any stretch of the imagination, but it’s one that got me thinking about how random acts of kindness can sometimes do a lot more for us than we think.
It’s certainly not the most side-splitting of tales ever written, but I do hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing and, indeed, living it.
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As I departed through the shiny glass doors of the corporate-come-creative haven that is RBM, my tired but happy mind buzzing with thoughts of a new job, new colleagues and new challenges suddenly became overridden by one single desire: to go home – and as quickly as possible.
As wonderful as my first week had been, I was overwhelmed by the exhaustion accumulated by only five days worth of commuting, and longed for nothing more than a steaming hot cup of tea and an unmade bed to collapse upon.
But alas, my desires were to be delayed as I still had a long evening of birthday celebrations ahead of me. Reluctantly, I headed towards the city centre where a sequence of rather unusual events was about to unfold.
You Lovely People