Kindness on a cold day

It snowed in London two nights ago.  Nothing heavy, just a light dusting of the snow, enough to give the city a light cover of white powder.  The next morning there were problems with transport in the city.  

Train failure on the Jubilee line led to accumulation of passengers on the platform at Canary Wharf, intent to make their way to work on Friday morning.  I had delayed my depature time from home, as was usual since my bump became big enough to be a concern, to avoid the worst of the rush hour but there were queues at each of the doors for the tube at Canary Wharf at 9:30 a.m.- an unusal thing.  I eventually got on a train that was not too crowded but was beaten to the only free seat in the carriage by a passenger that was in the queue in front of me.  This led to me standing, holding onto the handle bar by one of the priority seats, for three stops, with more people coming on to the train at every stop, before a passenger about half way down the row of seats I was standing next to saw me and offered to give me his seat.  He had to speak rather loudly as the train was quite crowded and said he'd be happy to give me his seat, did I think I could get to it?  Even with him being loud, the two passengers in the nearby priority seats didn't look up and continued to stay in their seats.  I gladly accepted his kind offer- although I wasn't uncomfortable on my feet, the train was getting crowded and I was worried about being bumped into by the other standing passengers.  So thank you kind person, whoever you are; Mr. Westminster, shall we say, as he got off at Westminster station.  As for the rest of you who didn't think to act in kindness, I hope you never find yourself in a position where you need a seat and do not get offered one.  Or maybe I do.