Today I'm once again overwhelmed with respect for all caregivers for our children.
Dearie called panting over the phone and sounding so weak, saying that he has food poisoning. So I drop all things and board the earliest train back to Zurich. I thought my train ride would feel very panicky as I mentally 'push' the train to go faster so that I can be home with the boys, and relive Dearie from Jon. Dearie, I'm coming soon! You shall rest and recover as soon as I reach home okie?
God also decided to use this crazy 1hr of commuting time to show me yet another lesson...
While I was waiting at the Bern train station (straining my neck all the time, hoping to see the Zurich bound train pull in), a person tapped my arm from the back. I turned around to find a visually impaired lady with 2 young kids in tow (I later learnt from this lady that the boy is 6yr and the girl 3yr) speaking in German. Thankfully she could converse in good English and I found that they needed help to find the Kinderwagen on the train for the kids to play during this 56min commute. So I brought the lady and these 2 kids along. As we walked, we chatted and I praised the kids for being so cooperative and well behaved. The lady said she told them that they had to listen to her if they were to follow her out - and they did.
When we finally boarded the train and after I settled the family of 3 down at the play area in the Kinderwagen, I decided to just sit a few seats down. While I would have liked to sit at a wagon nearer the Zurich exit that would take me home more quickly (and spend my whole commute worrying about Dearie), I felt my heart tug that I should sit near them in case she needed help.
So here I am in my seat on this Zurich-bound train, spending my time thinking about the marvelous effort and heart put in by Dearie to look after Jon full time during our stay in Switzerland. He can't even see the doctor to cure his food poisoning and has to resort to self medication, while he awaits my return before he gets real rest and reprieve. I also couldn't help but have tears welling in my eyes when I sat the family down on the train and took my own place. The wave of guilt that I'm at work and unable to render quick support to Dearie at this difficult time...
Looking at my clock, I'm not even midway in my 56min commuting time. Argh... Teleport me home NOW!