- I was visiting London with my daughter and her 3-year-old son Archie.
- In a second, Archie got into a subway train while my daughter and I was left standing on the platform.
- The other train was coming in seven minutes, and we were scared.
London is a fantastic city With history, parks, good food and drinks with an excellent transport system. I was there for the day with Chantelle, my daughter and Archie, my 3-year-old nephew. The unreasonable October sun made our walk around Hyde Park very nice.
wend London For lunch, we returned to the nearest station, went through the barriers and went into the depths.
Announced air acceleration Pipe that arrivesChantelle and Archie were just in front of me as we rushed the stairs to Notting Hill Gate. Returning to the platform she was already there, open doors. Noon’s Throng meant that we would not get this; I was already hanging, waiting for another while the doors were closed.
Through the noise of the passengers and the engine, I heard my daughter screaming. The tube began to moveAnd I saw her walking together, making gestures with her hands. Trying through the crowd, I saw archie on the train. There was no staff to be seen, no urgent phone on the platform and no telephone signal under deep ground. The white body of the carriage disappeared in the tunnel, and for a second, there was silence.
We hoped he would go down from the next station
Running some yards for my daughter, I looked at the information board on her head. The next train would be in seven minutes.
These seven minutes were the longest 97 years of my life.
“We’ll get another one. If you want, I’ll run up and try to find someone to get help?” Even as I was talking, she was shaking her head.
She said there was no point. By the time I got there and call someone for help, the other train would have left. She said she had told him how to get off the train and that he would wait at the next station. She stopped for a second, then said, “Hope.”
it looked extremely quiet.
The thoughts that passed through my head at that moment were not wonderful if I am honest. Deep down, I know that people are good, and only a young child will almost always take care.
However, although negative thoughts were strong for both, from the outside, my daughter was forcibly personified.
We got on a train
Unable to do anything positive, except to assure each other that everyone would be fine, we opened the platform, telling each other that he was already out of the train, none of us knew if it was This case. A train came without stopping. My worst fear was this stopping at the next station and Archie Panic when we didn’t leave.
A eternity later, we jumped on a train and took the one-minute journey to the Holborn station in various carriages to give us a wider search area.
As we retired, I scanned frantic up and down, looking for a little boy between a sea of adults. I ran to the platform, pushing those waiting, and less than 10 seconds later, I heard, “Dad”.
My daughter was about 50 yards away, Archie in her arms, a group of about 10 glamorous women and many tears. When I arrived, the ladies explained that they were going to a show, but had seen Chantelle showing Archie to go down to the next stop and did what someone would have done.
Tears flowed for a few minutes.
We offered to take the ladies up and buy them all one drink, but they would not hear it, saying we would have done the same roles if they had been overturned. We stayed with them, thanking them effectively until they boarded the next train, before leaving and boarding a bus, Archie was already completely healed by his test.
I went back to London again recently with my 13-year-old nephew, who is almost as tall as me. It’s been a long time since he held my hand, but once on the Tube platform, I felt that he grabbed him and kept it tighter than every partner did.