Well im getting to be very well traveled once again this is a true story. Funny thing happened to me on the way to the train station (sounds shonky already) waiting for the bus to take me to the train station started chatting to a bloke (One of anthonys tips) in the first five minutes i had found out he has MS, goes to town on fridays to catch up with his family. Has a latte not coffee has to be a latte, i listened as to why a latte is better than a staight coffee Ok i started this conversation when do i get to talk. I nearly had time to slip out that i like to have a cuppa when he decided to tell me about the drama he has ordering a bus that will accomodate his wheel chair. But i still like coffee, no wait a bit longer i will get my chance. Im not much of a talker so im trying very hard to be polite might just be his nerves i will let him go the bus should be here soon. By now im starting to like this bloke i still havent said a word so i can use this to my advantage it will make my trip go faster i just knod every now and then. Hes harmless just up for the chat, ok i dont like coffee anymore. Now i know hes married no kids shit even his house number and street name still i havent said a word very exhausting this communication stuff. Ah the bus is in sight now will i get a few boyscout points and wheel him on the bus or will he be the independant type and get the shits if i help. Out of no where he shouts F--K YOU at the bus and starts bouncing up and down in his chair. Christ he didnt say he had tourettes syndrome may be hes weemans brother. Then i realise the bus is the wrong one for a wheel chair, what you going to do now ! i finally get to speak expecting to be sworn at, catch the bus like you why as he stares at me with a blank look apon his face. With that he got out of his chair folded it up and walked on the bus mmmm , ok so i will just get on the bus. Well i have come this far im gona find out whats the go is, shit did i forget to take my meds this morning, The next fifteen minutes to the train station were listening to this bloke abuse the bus company for sending the wrong bus. He looks at me again, is he going to yell and screem at me i hope not im pretty freaked out by now but its all therapy in the long run, im nearly to scared to speak now. Do i ask why he didnt just catch this bus and save all that agro or act like im pissed at the bus company ive still got a half hour train ride with this bloke a head of me yet. Train in sight him in his chair me still to scared to move away from him maybe i can loose him in the rush to board the train nope not my lucky day." You!, can you help me get on the train" he says like im a conducter , mate you just walked ten minutes ago ok so i help him on the train now push me over there mmmm someones taking some libetries. Away we go its my turn now are you just after the cheap fare or what going on opps that was the wrong thing to say. I got a lecture on MS ie: some days are good the others not so good if you know what i mean, Yes i do, now ive got ten minutes to tell my story his brakes are on and i know how to use them. Yes i do know what you mean about good and bad days i have PTSD. How did you get that he said ,well last year whilst driving a truck, I used to drive truck he said hang on its my turn i thought. F---it i couldnt be bothered :crazy: were at the station now sorry to all you wheelies out there but i just bolted, straight to my psychologist to calm down. I tried anthony i did believe me i did. Until the next chapter cheers for now.