Last night, I missed my last train home and ended up stranded. When I finally reached Euston Station, hoping to wait there until morning, I found the doors locked. Tired, frustrated, and on the verge of tears, I didn’t know what to do.
That’s when I met Mark, a homeless man who noticed I looked lost. He gently offered to help and told me it wasn’t safe to wander around alone. He took me to a small café nearby, bought me a coffee, and we spent hours talking.
Before leaving, he told me he had to grab his sleeping bag but promised he would come back by 5 a.m. to walk me safely to the station. Honestly, I didn’t think he’d return. But as I turned the corner at 5 a.m., there he was, running toward me with the biggest smile. He had even taken a bus just to keep his promise.
This man, someone I might have walked past without a second thought if he had asked me for spare change, turned what could have been one of my worst nights into a memory I’ll never forget. Mark, you are truly one of a kind. And yes, this was also the very first selfie he ever took! ❤️