Do you believe in Angels?

Today my faith in human nature was restored. As I have got older, I have become more cynical about life, the universe and our society. However, sometimes a ray of light breaks through the black clouds and my naive trust and faith in human nature is once again restored. I have been in Moscow now since September and so far, I have found many Russians to be rather serious, rude and rather rigid in their attitude. This has come from my teaching experience here. I have also met a mad women who has been acting as an intermediary for English communication, at a well known English school franchise here in Moscow. I have since left that school.  Anyway, back to the topic. Today, I had to visit another school at a Metro station called "Chistyie Prudy". I took junior with me on my back in his backpack baby carrier. I left the station and arrived outside, blinking in the gray light, clutching my crumpled emailed directions to the school and feeling rather lost. I saw a girl with a map and asked her the way, she looked at my email and said, "follow me I show you" she held my arm as we crossed the snow and I'll admit a naughty thought or two popped into my male head then slammed the door and left feeling ashamed. We walked through a long park park, I made conversation, as I felt she wanted to practice her English. She took me right to the door of my meeting and left with a smile never to be seen again.

On my way back, I went down into the depths of the Metro station again at Chistyie Prudy, to make my journey back home. Logic would say that I would just go to the other platform on the other side and take the train back the way I had come but the sign did not have my station on it. Again, I asked a girl, because I know that most young Russians speak some English. She said I'll show you, we went back up the escalator and she said I have time "we will take the train together", I had worried momentary thoughts, that junior and I would be taken by this woman to meet some strange, unshaven men and that we would be bound and transported by truck to some far land and sold on as slaves by this unknown women, for I have an active imagination. Luckily, this did not happen. We took the train changed two stations and she took me to the train that would go back to my station back home. I gave her my business card, shook her hand and said goodbye. When I arrived home, I had a call on my mobile, it was her, she asked me if I got back home OK.

These girls were normally dressed and nothing amazing to look at but just very kind. It may have been my rare Hollywood good looks (said with tongue in cheek), or that they wanted English practice or the fact that I had a cute baby on my back or maybe they just took pity on me? I suppose you can say that there are good and bad people all over the world, in every city, town and village across this world of ours. Russia is no different. I believe there are angles out there, you just have to see them and find them.