Tribute: Was It An Angel?

Busy, hectic London. Cold faces, frozen stares. Trapped within their own zone. Bus station, lack of care. The ticket said Sunday. But today was Saturday. A mix up at the office. And I got turned away. No money, no luck. Strapped down, such a fuss. Then tears start to tumble. “Whatever should I do?” You hear the crowds rumble. Making me more icy blue. Out of the masses, from a bench. Arrived one small, old man. Fate’s way to make amends? “I’ll help you, if I can.” A pack of sandwiches, cup of tea. And the offer of some money. Plus the comfort of “sorry.” Luckily a driver saw my plight. I would be on the next bus that night. Yet I don’t recall where my friend had gone. All I remember is a kindness in cold London. A true story in March 1998.