Today I took Tigerboy to London. I’ll write more about that when I’m at a keyboard and have access to the pictures, right now I want to just make a note about an odd little happening.
We were outside the Natural History Museum, taking pictures by a bench. There was an older woman sitting with what I first took to be a teen. She wanted to know what we were doing, and then explained that they had come down from Darlington for the day to visit specialists at St Guy’s hospital.
I love listening to the accent from the north east. We talked for a little while, with her going into some detail about the young man’s medical history.
A very rare circadian rhythm disorder apparently. I do wonder whether there’s something about me that encourages confidence, it’s not the first time a stranger has disclosed their life story, or someone else’s for that matter. It was a little peculiar for her to discuss it all with him sitting right next to her, but he did not seem to mind, even confirmed some details.
It isn’t the content of the story that will stick with me. It’s that moment of connection, with a stranger. It happens regularly for me via social networks, it was a little odd experiencing it face to face. Perhaps we all need our stories to be heard. Maybe that’s part of why I blog?
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