Yesterday morning we parked at Tallaght in order to take the Luas into Dublin. Whilst waiting we exchanged pleasantries with a mother and her two boys possibly between four and six years in age, each with a three-wheeled scooter. One was messing about close enough to the edge of the platform to demand my attention. Just as the tram was coming in he stumbled and lurched towards the line. Jolted by an adrenalin rush I jumped off my seat to help his mother pull him away.
What could have happened had she, had I not reacted fast enough... well, such thoughts troubled my mind all the way into Dublin. This boy, hitherto unknown to me, suddenly had became someone I dearly cared for. It was almost as if I had become part of his family. When we alighted we waved goodbye and he waved back, momentarily friends. And this struck me as odd as it is extremely unlikely that I will ever meet him again or recognise him if I did.
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