A few years ago I was at a Doctor Who event at Manchester Metropolitan University. I'd been having a bit of a difficult time. It was a really lovely event but sometimes being in a room full of people who are having a good time, and having expected you would be having one too, can leave you feeling a bit deflated.
From across the room, a man spoke to me. He called me over and we chatted for a minute or two. Not about anything in particular, no sage life advice was imparted, but I started to feel better. There was no reason for him to have even noticed me. It was a busy event. He saw someone feeling sad, and without making a fuss he let them know they weren't alone.
At the end of our conversation, he handed me this and wished me well. It was just a brief meeting, but such a kind and thoughtful thing to do.
He will be missed.
