The day I met an angel.
I once met an angel on the tube to Heathrow.
The carriage was empty apart from the two of us. I was sat reading a book. But my mind was toiling with a venture I was working on — should I commit or not, was it worth the risk, did I know what I was doing?
“Great book that one.” he said in a heavy Irish accent. I looked left and saw him casually munching on a chocolate bar and smiling.
We got chatting. He told me how he’d trained as a pilot, then tried an aviation venture in California, and was now spinning up a couple of apps whilst working as a project manager in London. He was on the way home for the weekend for some surfing on the west coast of Ireland.
I told him what was on my mind. He nodded, encouraging. “Live free, give stuff a go I say. If it goes wrong — fuck it, at least you tried. Carry on!”
With that, he grabbed his bag and hopped off at the terminal before mine, off to surf.
It was exactly what I needed to hear. It was like he’d been sent to tell me.
Has a stranger ever appeared in your life at just the right moment?
