The wise old young boy

Once upon a time, in a small village nestled deep within a mystical forest, lived a young boy named Oliver. Oliver was an adventurous and curious soul who loved exploring the enchanted woods that surrounded his home. Every day, he would venture out to discover new wonders and secrets hidden within the trees.

One fateful day, while Oliver was exploring an ancient ruin, he stumbled upon a peculiar artifact. It was a small, shimmering amulet with intricate owl engravings. Fascinated by its beauty, Oliver couldn’t resist the temptation to touch it. As soon as his fingers made contact, a blinding light engulfed him, and he felt a strange sensation coursing through his veins.

When the light finally subsided, Oliver found himself transformed into a magnificent owl. His once-human body was now covered in soft, feathery plumage, his arms transformed into wings, and his eyes glowed with an otherworldly wisdom. Shocked and bewildered, Oliver tried to make sense of his new form.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, but Oliver remained trapped in his owl body. His family and friends were devastated and desperately searched for a way to reverse the transformation, but all their efforts were in vain. Oliver’s parents consulted wise wizards, sorcerers, and even the ancient forest spirits, but none could break the spell that had befallen him.

As time went on, Oliver began to adapt to his new life as an owl. He discovered the joy of soaring through the night sky, feeling the wind beneath his wings, and witnessing the world from a perspective he had never known before. He made friends with other woodland creatures, who accepted him for who he was, and together they embarked on countless adventures.

Oliver’s newfound owl form allowed him to explore the forest in ways he had never imagined. He discovered hidden groves, sparkling waterfalls, and secret caves filled with ancient treasures. He became a guardian of the forest, using his wisdom and keen …

Undervalued

So I was just reminiscing with Kayla about when we each did our driving theory tests. I recalled I passed my theory test twice (2 year validity expired in between), then failed it twice – both in December 2014, and then passed for the last time in August 2016.

During the December when I arrived at the railway station local to the test centre, I started chatting to a colleague (“C”) who had started on the railway at the same time as I had when a passenger came up the stairs and told C that someone had collapsed. The passenger and C both helped the collapsed male to the bench in the booking hall and then appeared to dismiss the male as being drunk. I soon had a feeling that this wasn’t the case, when the male’s phone started ringing – he took it out of his pocket but his hands were trembling and he lost his grip so it fell straight to the floor and the battery fell out. I asked him if he had been drinking despite not being able to smell any alcohol on him. He said no, so I asked him if he has any medical issues and he replied saying he has diabetes. Two of my grandparents had diabetes so I kind-of understood what was going on, and recognised another symptom – he was slurring slightly. I figured it out just as he started to slump on the bench and slipped off onto the floor. Members of public in the booking hall noticed and started to gather round. One of which called an ambulance. The ambulance arrived fairly quickly and I informed the paramedic straight away that the male is diabetic so that they could get straight to checking his sugar levels and treating him with sugars. By this time the male was practically laying down wanting to go to sleep but we managed to keep him talking. When I felt the time was right, I made my apologies and left to walk down to the theory test centre. I never received any recognition for my involvement in this incident despite the fact my attention to him potentially saved his life as he had been otherwise dismissed.

That then got me thinking about a more recent incident, late last year when at the station we started getting frequent visits from a young male in his late teens (who I will refer to as “T”). We initially had a visit from staff at a care home where T lived, stating that T was autistic, depressed and suicidal. He had left the care home and was making his way to the station intending on ending his life. He was stopped from doing so, and was taken in an ambulance under section 2 of the mental health act (giving police the power to restrain anyone that may cause harm to themselves or others). The following week T returned again whilst I was at work with another colleague “G” who knew about T. T came straight up to the ticket barriers, dived down and crawled underneath to gain access to the “paid” side, stating he was going to end his life. I immediately told G to call 999. Another passenger saw and heard what was going on and tried to stop T from getting down the stairs to the platform, as due to T’s build he had overpowered my attempt at blocking him from getting past the gateline. G called the British Transport Police, and I followed T down to the platform. T immediately sat down on the platform with his legs dangling over the edge, and was trying to lower himself down. Both myself and the other passenger managed to stop him from lowering himself down and pulled him back up. I called to one of the platform staff (“A”) on the opposite platform to get him to contact the signaller to caution the drivers (so trains would enter the station slowly). The other passenger had to catch a train but the platform staff member (“S”) on the platform I was on had noticed and was helping to stop T from getting onto the tracks. We spent probably over half an hour chasing T up and down the platform. When I eventually got him to sit on the bench and relax a bit I started properly talking to T. He admitted to me that he had lied to the staff in the hospital saying he felt better, in order to be released but now realises that was a mistake as he still needed help hence why he was there at the station. I listened to him, tried to understand what he was going through, etc. and reassure him that the emergency services will do whatever they can to help him. When the police arrived they decided that due to his constant attempts and his admission of lying to the hospital they decided to arrest him for wasting police time, etc.

I never received any form of recognition for my actions then either. However, in 2018 I was invited to the annual Extra Mile Gold Awards ceremony in London, where the overall winner – a member of platform staff from Woolwich was awarded the Gold for his actions when dealing with a suicidal passenger.

My newest pride & Joy

I finally got a bike! It’s been 3 years since I last had one, since I passed my full category-A test back in June 2017 so I’m inexperienced and have forfeited the two years no-claims bonus I’d accumulated whilst on a Provisional licence.

I came across the ad on the Used Bikes section of the Maidstone Honda website listed as ex-showroom with only 969 miles on the clock, for £5499. I really wanted it, particularly in the blue rather than the red. So I got the finance, and had it delivered on 7th August although by that time, with the service and test rides in between, the mileage was up to 1020 but still low, and a very nice bike.

I had the finance increased to include sale and fitting of a DataTool S4 Green (Honda-specific model) alarm as well as sale & fitting of engine crash bars (just in case), and paid outright for a DataTool TrakKing Adventure (tracker) to also be fitted.

Since then I’ve been more in contact with my former station manager SSJ (“Es EzJay”) who invited me to a bikers’ evening at Nell’s Café on the Thursday night, which I accepted. I met two of SSJ’s best friends, who are also the President and the Treasurer of the MCC (motorcycle club) which SSJ belongs to – Cobras Unbound MCC (Kent) which is just one chapter of many around Europe as well as Thailand, Japan and the USA.

So I met Paul L aka “Fumbz”, and Paul N aka “Nips”, and they invited me to join them as an Associate (formerly referred to as a Prospect).

My new “Cut” (biker’s waistcoat) with Associate patch

They have welcomed me into their club, explained my role as Associate, and gone through all the DOs and DON’Ts (including biker etiquette). Hayden has also made a new friend (Fumbz’ daughter Emily), and I feel like I have a new sense of belonging!

Weird Dream

Last night I had a weird dream. I was standing in the car park of what used to be the Royal British Legion club in Livingstone Road, Gillingham – a place I’d spent many a weekend with my parents and sister as we were growing up but which closed for the last time in July 2013.

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Father’s Day

So, it’s Father’s Day tomorrow. For most, it’s a day to spend bonding with their Dad, usually over a pint or ten, maybe watching the footy or going fishing.

I’m being flooded with emails from catalogues, Halfords, Argos, etc. with special offers on Father’s Day gifts. How nice!

Father’s Day will always be something different to me now. I’m not sad, but at least my sister & I now have somewhere we can go to remember the good days we had with Dad.

So I’ll be working tomorrow til half past five, then taking a trip to Capstone Park on my way home to sit on his bench, and remember our childhood Sunday morning walks.

Hold your Dad close to you, and remember he won’t be around forever. Tell him you love him (even if it feels awkward guys!)  If you’re not speaking, then now is the time to make amends (don’t wait til tomorrow), regardless of who said or did what.

Life is too short. So spend it wisely.

Peace!

Need to get out!

This morning we were rudely awoken just before 7am to Kallum crouching down beside our bed, about to borrow Kayla’s charger without asking, despite the fact he has his own!

I’ve just had my long weekend off (which wasn’t so long due to Rest-Day Working Friday, Saturday & 12hrs on Sunday) and today start back on my late shifts 14:00-23:00 so don’t appreciate being woken up at the crack of dawn by my brother-in-law in our room taking what he likes.

We pay a decent amount of housekeeping every month, where the others living here pay substantially less, if anything at all.

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Miserable

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So just lately it feels like the weather is miserable all the time. I guess it’s just the back end of Winter, mixed with it being Spring.

Yesterday was a really nice day. There was bright sunshine and it was warm. So I was thinking that as I have a single day off today, it’d be nice to take a drive down to the coast. . either Margate or maybe Broadstairs.

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Not So Social

I went to the Lower Gillingham Conservative club this afternoon to meet Les for a drink on my rest day, and to pay my subs for the next year.

It doesn’t feel like the same atmosphere as there was at the Royal British Legion club at all, despite some ex-RBL members drinking in there. It just doesn’t feel the same. It doesn’t feel like somewhere I can go to socialise. Just to drink. Continue reading “Not So Social”