I am rather ashamed of myself. Some poor soul, caught in terminal despair, threw themselves in front of a train just north of Euston yesterday. The whole network was closed down. No trains in or out. I was trying to get back home after a family funeral. I couldn’t help but notice how my personal frustration seemed selfishly more important than the despair and death of this person I had never met. I hung my head.
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