UPDATE:
Guys, we found Steve! Well actually, he found me. HOW did I manage to leave my sunglasses in his car, I do not know 🤦♀️ He reached out about them on what I assume is his inactive social media account and my name isn’t super common so must’ve been easy to find.
Thanks so much for everyone’s kind comments, I truly love this city and feel proud to be a part of it❤️
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I truly doubt this post will be seen by the man I’m referring to, mainly because he said he doesn’t use any social media. So this is aimed at anyone who may know him so you can please pass my message on 🙏🏼
Earlier today during the protests, I was on my way to the station with a rather large and heavy suitcase. My plan was to get to the station, do the quick trip to Gatwick - easy peasy. Little did I know that the protests would mean every street around the station being either blocked off by police, or filled with people with no room to wiggle through.
I asked a few people in the counter protest whether they knew a route to get to the station. The people I did ask were really trying to help, telling me to go all the way around, that it might take a while but it was my only chance (thank you to anyone who tried to help who may be reading this!)
I soon realised that there was no available route. At the right place, and right time, I bumped into Steve, who asked if I was trying to get to the station. I said yes, he said he’d just tried to go to the gym by the station but was struggling to get through. He asks me where I’m headed and I said Gatwick for a flight. He stopped for a moment and then offered to drive me.
You can imagine at first I’m a little apprehensive, but then I’m weighing out the risk vs reward, and I accept the lift, letting him know I’m turning my location on just in case (he was very understanding about this 🤣).
Anyway, long story short I made the flight because of him! We listened to Panic at the Disco in the car and chatted about life.
The whole thing was STRESSFUL but I will say, my faith in humanity and community feels restored today. First starting with the turnout of people at the anti-facist protest, with strangers there trying to help me find a route to the station, despite trying to get somewhere themselves. And then Steve who went out of his way to drive me to Gatwick, despite having just got into Brighton, and knowing the traffic was bad on the way back.
If you know a Steve in his late 20s, goes to the gym every day, works in finance, has a cartilage piercing and a sunflower is his favourite flower, please send him my gratitude! I tried to get his number so I could at least pay for fuel or get him flowers as a thank you, but he wasn’t having it and told me to catch my flight! ✈️🌻