About twenty years ago I found myself on Chippenham Railway Station.

I soon spotted an elderly nun struggling with a suitcase that was almost bigger than her.

As the station did not have porters and I was the only chap around.

I offered to take the nuns suitcase over the footbridge towards the station forecourt.

This lovely nun explained that she was from a convent somewhere in the North-East and had accepted an invitation to visit some of her Wiltshire Sisters.

As there were no taxis I ordered one to take her to the convent.

It was just as the cab arrived that the nun placed her frail hand on mine and blessed me.

This made me happy but I soon forgot about it.

A few minutes later I found myself crossing a very busy road not far from the station.

Normally I am a very careful Joe but on this occasion I made the fatal mistake of crossing blindly from behind an illegally parked van.

I walked straight into the path of a Range Rover which slammed its brakes on and stopped only a couple on inches from me.

After apologising for my incredible stupidity I went to sit down on a bench as the whole thing had shaken me up.

It was then that I remembered the elderly nuns recent blessing and I felt greatly loved.

Joe