So I could say something about sweet potatoes or about tuna or green pepper but I am not going to (okay, so I do actually have something to say about sweet potatoes and green peppers but I will leave it for another time) because I have something else to say. I hate the news! That’s what I want to say, I hate the news! I really hate the news! It’s so nasty. In order to make it to the forefront each news group needs to be sensational, needs to provoke the most intense emotions, and it seems in the last few years it’s easier to provoke anger and show hatred than give sympathy and reveal happiness. The news is so full of doom and gloom its makes it hard to believe there is any good in the world at all. It also seems to love to stir things up and provides such a lopsided viewpoint… It’s so incredibly irritating I get really annoyed!
So, let me tell you a story. It’s a true story. It’s an everyday story. It won’t make the news. It won’t go viral. It won’t get passed around social media. It won’t mean a lot to most people but it meant a lot to me and my husband. It’s about the day I will always be grateful to five complete strangers, who I never actually thanked mainly because I was too shaken up at the time to think properly enough to show my appreciation. This is a story about ordinary people being good people.
It was about a two and a half years ago when it happened. My daughter, Isla, was into her toddler years and my son, Taran, was still a baby. My husband and I realised part way through the second pregnancy there was not going to be enough time between one child and another for the first one to be walking any kind of distance before we had a second, we would need a double pram. In Malta the pavements are very narrow (I dread to think how those with wheelchairs manage to get around) so we opted to get the long kind of pram where one child sits in front of the other. This pram had its good points but it also had some very, very bad ones; one of them being that it was a highly unwieldy thing and when both kids were in it the front end became all but unliftable from the ‘pushing’ end. In order to get up onto a pavement someone had to run forward and lift the front end at the front.
My husband and I had collected our two kids from their nursery and were walking home. My husband was pushing the pram with both of the kids sat in it, I was walking alongside him. We were about to cross over a side street at the side of the main road when a car turned into the side street past us. Waiting for it to pass we were standing behind a young, quite short, dark skinned man who looked to be in his late 20’s, he was smartly dressed and carrying a slender briefcase. With the way now clear he began to cross the road in front of us and we followed afterwards. The car that had just turned into the side street past us suddenly began to reverse slowly backwards. It was reversing straight at the pram with my two kids in it! Stuck between two pavements with this unwieldy pram my husband would never have got it up onto a pavement and to safety before the car reached the kids. With a lack of other options my husband placed himself in front of the pram between the kids and the car hands outstretched as if to hold back the car. I ran at the car beating on the windows and shouting. The young man who had crossed in front of us us ran back and placed himself with my husband between the kids and the car. Behind us was a rather overweight, badly dressed, 60 plus man, I think he was originally white but was currently a brilliant lobster colour (poor guy). He ran forward and tried to haul on the car’s door on the left side. Another man in jeans and a white t-shirt across the road started running towards us. Two women who had been passing the opposite way holding hands started shouting and ran back to help us as well. Between us all the car driver realised something was amiss and put the breaks on before getting out of the car to shout at us all for attacking his car. Just in case you actually thought there was a bad guy in all this there wasn’t, when the driver realised what had been so narrowly averted, he was extremely apologetic. He wasn’t a bad guy, just momentarily dangerously inattentive.
My story tells the news of a point in time when five people of different ages, different genders, different social backgrounds, different skin colours, different sexual orientations and different professions, even of different body types who all put themselves directly in harms way without a second thought to save two kids they did not know.
These were just people; ordinary and good. So take that, nasty news of doom and gloom!
Sweet Potato and Tuna Bake
- 130 g sweet potato (1 medium or 4.5oz)
- 110 g tinned tuna in olive oil, UNDRAINED (1 small can or 3.5oz)
- 1/2 bell pepper, green sliced
- 1/2 onion sliced
- 2 tsp smoked paprika
- 1/2 tsp thyme
- 1/4 tsp garlic powder
- Preheat a fan assisted oven to 200 deg C (or 400 deg F).
- Mix all the ingredients together in a 22cm x 22cm casserole dish (9" x 9"), do not drain the tuna.
- Place the casserole dish in the oven.
- Bake for 25 mins, stir part way through.