szarlotka
20 Feb 2007
Genealogy / Poland- Stories from the Ancestors Homeland [20]
Whilst walking back from work one evening in the middle of winter in Warsaw there was an old lady who slipped on the ice just outside my apartment block. In falling, the contents of her shopping bags were strewn across the pavement and she was pretty shaken up. I took her to the hut that the block security guard used and after he confirmed that she was OK. I went and fetched some bags and put her shopping in. Through the guard I found out she was only going a few hundred metres down the road so I carried her bags for her and got her back home. Nothing special in that really. When I got home the next evening she was waiting for me drinking tea with the guard. She had been there for two hours (I was later home that night) just to present me with the cake she had made for me. People can make you feel pretty humble sometimes.
Whilst walking back from work one evening in the middle of winter in Warsaw there was an old lady who slipped on the ice just outside my apartment block. In falling, the contents of her shopping bags were strewn across the pavement and she was pretty shaken up. I took her to the hut that the block security guard used and after he confirmed that she was OK. I went and fetched some bags and put her shopping in. Through the guard I found out she was only going a few hundred metres down the road so I carried her bags for her and got her back home. Nothing special in that really. When I got home the next evening she was waiting for me drinking tea with the guard. She had been there for two hours (I was later home that night) just to present me with the cake she had made for me. People can make you feel pretty humble sometimes.