Once, when I was little, I was at the main train station. I wasn't the only one; all around me were the colorful jackets of other people. I could see many different people, all with stressed expressions and packed suitcases or bags, hurrying to a train or the exit. Among them, I spotted a man whose appearance intimidated me a little. As I sat down on a bench on the platform, I continued to study the man, watching to see if he would come closer. Finally, the train pulled in with a squeal of wheels, and I prepared to board after the mass of passengers had filed out of the doors. As soon as it did, I quickly ran to the train to grab a good seat.
Suddenly I felt myself sink and realized that my leg had slipped between the train and the platform. In my haste, I hadn't paid attention to where I was stepping, and now I was stuck. I quickly panicked and began to cry, but didn't dare scream or ask for help. After a short time, I noticed the man I had been somewhat afraid of. He approached me, smiled at me, and pulled me up by my hood. I was free. Embarrassed, I thanked him and boarded the train. The incident stayed with me for a long time. And even today, as I'm older, it reminds me to be more open-minded and not to judge people by their appearance.
