YESTERDAY I had a gear malfunction on my bike and ended up on the Tarmac. I landed on my kneecap and broke it into several pieces.

As soon as I fell off, a driver and a pedestrian had come to my aid. As I limped towards my workplace, leaning on my bike as a crutch, two more people offered their help, and advised a trip to A&E. I was still in shock and thinking I would go to work, but as soon as I parked my bike I realised my fellow citizens were correct, so I waved a taxi from across the street, and was helped by the most lovely taxi driver to get to the Royal Infirmary emergency department, where he wished me luck and another kind woman, seeing I was struggling, let me literally lean on her to get into the reception area.

The hospital staff were brilliant, I was examined, X-rayed, the wound was drained and I was splinted and given crutches. Everyone was sensitive, and reassuring and efficient and I was gently patched up.

As I was leaving the hospital a woman in the waiting room came over to me and offered to call me a taxi, the taxi driver took me to my door, carried my bags, and made sure I didn’t fall off my new crutches.

Excuse me for being a tad sentimental about my adopted city, but I have to share the good amongst the depressing divisive news that is everywhere at the moment. I was enfolded in the care of the people of this place and I am grateful, and restored in my faith in the kindness of strangers, and the ability of humans to take care of each other.

Ruth Morley,

43 Winton Lane, Glasgow.