I've been guilty of this too, I must admit. After a tiring 12-hour night shift, the last thing on my mind would be to give up my seat. Although, occasionally I would if I see someone who needs it more than I do. Isn't it nicer to be refused than to be branded unsympathetic?
Oh and I did get a seat eventually. From an older woman who was about two stops away from her destination. What does that say about you, young man in red backwards cap? Yes, you!?!
Anyway, have a lovely Tuesday!
The train ride from my obstetrician got me thinking about where I was mentally and emotionally about the same time last year. It took so long before this miracle happened, I'm just happy I'm now seeing an OB instead of my fertility doctor.
After about a year of failed fertility treatments, I couldn't help but feel resentment. I see so many people not having any difficulty conceiving and we were still trying for a miracle that was starting to look further and further away.
I was stuck in a rut. At one point, i questioned whether it will still happen for us. I couldn't help thinking why certain things happened the way they did...why I was still waiting for this time to come. In my profession I have brought so many new lives in this world, yet I was still waiting for my turn. I prayed for God to only give me what He has planned for me, to help me accept things I cannot change. I know God had a plan and I just need to be patient. And of course, eventually I started to see what it was. All I really needed was time. So if in doubt, pray. God always provides.