When I lived in Sheffield, in those early days, when I was single.
I would sometimes find myself with nothing to do on a day off from work.
My favourite place to go was to the Art Deco grandeur of the Central Library, where I would select a few reference books and sit at one of the square and worn desks to read and to watch people.
I was once asked out on a date by a student in a scruffy green jumper there
He left a note with his telephone number on a slip of paper on my desk as he walked by.
I rang the number
He was cute.
I was reminded today of the library, and the desks and of a young woman crying over her studies.
Even though she had her back to me, I could tell that she was crying. The hunch of her back, the frantic search for a tissue in her satchel. The sudden flop of her head to one side to rest on her palm.
I watched her for a while .
Four desks back and a little to her right.
I wasn’t the only person to notice
To my left another young woman was watching and we briefly glanced at each other, an audience of two to someone else’s misery.
The second woman, I presumed was Muslim as she wore a hijab.
In between glances of our books, we kept an eye on the crying woman and it was only a few moments later when a third person, a youngish man with a pencil behind his ear noticed the distressed woman and from his desk a couple in front of her, he turned and asked her if she was alright.
The Muslim woman and I couldn’t hear what was said so I wasn’t really surprised when she got up and walked up to the girl and knelt down beside her and three strangers carried on a conversation, I could only guess about.
The Muslim woman put her hand supportively into the curve of the woman’s back and there was much nodding with the man in front smiling gently . his head turned.
Eventually the crying woman stood up with a tissue to her face and with the Muslim woman’s hand still around her they walked up the aisle passed me.
“ Can you watch my things? “ the Muslim woman said to me as they passed “ We are going for a coffee
I nodded and said “Sure”
And I did.
I never got to know what the problem was and why the girl was so distressed.
The muslin woman eventually returned and when I asked if everything was alright, diplomatically said
she’s ok now”
I didnt ask anything else but did say “ You were very kind” to which the Muslim woman said something thing like” noom”
And I felt I had just been part of something so small but something potentially rather special.
I found an abridged version of this last week, written in an old journal page of a Filofax I kept
ReplyDeleteA sweet story showing compassion and kindness among strangers. The world needs more of this. I like libraries and Sheffield has a real beauty.
ReplyDeleteI found a shortened version , written the day it happened last week . It was written in a Filofax notebook
DeleteDid you snog the scruffy jumper?
ReplyDeleteI snogged his face off
Deleteinteresting looking library. back when people were quiet and spoke in hushed low tones. today's libraries are nothing but full of screaming fools.
ReplyDeleteIn the uk they still seems to retain their respectful status
DeleteOh, if only we in the U.S. could hear something so wonderful happening here. Instead, we’re living the world’s biggest shit show and the end is sadly nowhere in sight.
ReplyDeleteFingers crossed for Trumps defeat
DeleteAs we used to say in the garment business, "From your lips to God's ears," re: Trump.
DeleteSounds very overdramatic, but I cannot even sleep. I'll be so glad when this is over.
DeleteOne of my favorite quotes is:
ReplyDelete"It is in the shelter of others that people live."
- Paig Sellers, the Shetland Islands
How wonderful that you group of strangers helped.
I love libraries and am happy to say, when it's fully open, our local library is still a quiet, serene place, although it's not as lovely as the Sheffield Library is. Currently we have online book requests, email or text notifications of books that come available, and curb-side pickup with proper social distancing. No close contact, so no masks needed.
Will the hall walls get a lick of yellow paint today?
Hugs!
Isn’t that a lovely quote
DeleteOh! That quotation was by Paig SAYERS of the Shetland Islands. Better late than never.
ReplyDeletePeig Sayers of the Blasket Islands, off the west coast of Ireland, County Kerry. I recognised the quote straight away. That's a proper library John :)
DeleteMrsL, ta for correcting my mispelling of that first name. Duly noted!
DeleteHugs!
Thanks for sharing such a beautiful story from your life. Stories like this do not get media attention so I'm fairly sure they happen all the time- they just go unnoticed.I appreciate the sensitivity you all shared; probably the woman was the only one who could really meet her need but you two men were a support where it mattered.You really do need to write a memoir!!!
ReplyDeleteI had forgotten it , until re reading the story last week, then it came back to me .
DeleteThe Muslim lady, I will always remember had a pretty pink hijab
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DeleteI enjoy the way you make life's small moments as large as they deserve to be. Now, does this mean your isolation is at the "going through old papers" phase?
ReplyDeleteYes Alison last week I found several old Filofaxes
DeleteIt and several other memories were written down in them
One would make a chapter in a book all of its own
Thank you for this lovely story, John. I needed to read something kind and touching today.
ReplyDeleteIn my Filofax version
DeleteI had titled it 4 strangers
That reading room was once very familiar to me too. How beautifully designed that library is - designed in the late nineteen twenties and officially opened by the late Queen Mother in 1934.
ReplyDeleteI have always adored the building, from my very first week in Sheffield March 1989.
DeleteThe Art Deco staircase , the magnificent wooden doors, the desks with their original chairs....
I miss it
I am surprised there were Muslim ladies in hajib in 1992. I would only ever see hajibs in my very ethnic Brooklyn neighborhood back then.
ReplyDeleteSheffield is and was a melting pot of culture even then.
DeleteI have a Muslim family as neighbours and they are lovely.I think they believe in Karma x
ReplyDeleteI believe in karma x
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ReplyDeleteNo racist comments will be tolerated
DeleteBeautiful. Absolutely. And heart-rending.
ReplyDeleteI cried when I re read the story
DeleteIt seems so innocent
I loved that library! I spent Saturday mornings in the 70's volunteering in the children's section whilst my Dad was in the adult section choosing his weeks books. I also loved the art gallery upstairs. I suppose the library has now been 'modernised' which would break my heart to see
ReplyDeleteIt was closed the last time I went to Sheffield
DeleteI exoectvyorkshire pudding could update us
The kindness of strangers is special...
ReplyDeleteYes, I wrote something similar in my journal
DeleteThere are a lot of people right now that need a kind word, a moment for a coffee, a little extra kindness. There is a lot of saying "I am okay" when people are really not. With kindness, like this, we can all make it through this.
ReplyDeleteYes David ........you are right
DeleteThat's a wonderful story, John. Thanks for sharing it. Like you, I love libraries.
ReplyDeleteI also love bookshops, old hardware stores, and stationery store. Bliss!
DeleteHugs!
I adore old book shops, junk shops ( are there any of those left) antique shops
DeleteI really love hearing 'little stories'. We are - all of us - surrounded by them. We forget to look sometimes. Thanks for the reminder.
ReplyDeleteLittle stories are a theme of Going Gently
DeleteLook in the archives and there are hundreds
I notice everything
Downtown Cleveland, Ohio has a beautiful library. Our town library, when I was a kid, was murky and it scared me.
ReplyDeleteI’m not sure we can rely on the kindness of strangers these days in the US.
You can
DeleteIt is so quietly special when people reach out to strangers to help. The best of humanity.
ReplyDeleteIt moved me then and I was 30 years old
DeleteLovely story, kindness and empathy never go astray.
ReplyDeleteHere in Australia our numbers are good so we only have distancing and hand sanitizing most states,so
A really lovely 'thing' now is to pay for coffee etc for the person behind you, most do the same(as theirs was free) so it carries forward randomly through the day
Lovely idea
DeleteI was just going to say the same as MargaretP about the coffee thing; it happens here in NZ too. Also we have sharing sheds where people put their excess garden produce so people who may not be able to afford decent produce can just help themselves to as much as they need. Kindness is everywhere here and I am really happy about that.
ReplyDeleteVery touching story John.
Jo in Auckland
Kindness costs nothing, but can make such a difference. Well done that woman.
ReplyDeleteIt's heartening when people are willing to offer their time and an ear.
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Respectful,
she may have said tamam, sometimes said as moom. its some thing like OK it is finished. or its fine.
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