Its amazing how much difference a drop of kindness makes.
Yesterday, I had to go to Moorfields again. I was dreading it, but I decided to go, hoping they might be helpful and offer me some new magnifiers.
I’ve learned not to expect too much from them. Not to set my hopes too high.
I arrived early, and was helped by a nice lady at the door, who took me to where I needed to go. It was a lovely gesture, a drop of kindness, as I usually get lost. But this time I found my way, and arrived less frazzled than usual.
I did have to wait a while. Waiting always makes me anxious in that place. But I had my fidget bracelet and I read some stories from my writers group website to pass the time. Also, I made friends with an elderly gentleman next to me. He was waiting for his wife, spotted me writing a poem as I was getting restless, and talked about writing for fifteen minutes.
Finally, they called my name. I was seen by a lovely man. He was kind, and helpful. He took the time to listen, to learn, to care. It was more of chat than an appointment if I’m honest. He was approachable and I felt at ease talking, which is rare in that place. He offered some new apps to try, and a better magnifier to replace an old broken one I had. We did do an eye test, with the grey spectacles that always give me a headache. But he let me take my time, and didn’t get irritated when I struggled with far away letters (which I have had in there before). He even guided me back to the reception when we were done.
I left feeling glad I had come, which was new. I left feeling amazed, at his kindness. It made me feel like it’s not such a bad place after all, that good things can happen there. It restored my faith in humanity.
I would definitely see him again, if he is still there next time. I hope so.
