The one that has always stuck in my mind was at a convention; i'd struggled to get there for the 3 days with 3 small children, one still breast feeding; on my own, while suffering from post natal depression.
Had a puncture on the way down.
It was raining-
I got lost travelling to the convention ground.( for those of you who know me thats not hard for me to do. )
Parked, and was greeted sullenly and told to move the car.. by a jumped up little car park dictator...
So had to move from near the entrance to far away-and walk in the pouring rain into the ground.
finally found a seat after dragging the children around and around, soaking wet, being told I could'nt sit in empty seats that were saved for others...finally sat down, recognised some people from my congregation...who proceeded to tell me off for not taking advantage of the spiritual feast by arriving late...aaaggghhhhh
So I picked up the children and ran back to my car and sobbed in private.
A then a lovely woman knocked on the window and spoke to me so kindly .She'd followed me out and asked if she could help and said that she was proud of me just for being there-even if I was in a car and I was missing it all.