{"id":6582,"date":"2025-10-19T16:15:41","date_gmt":"2025-10-19T15:15:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/time.amazingstory.blog\/?p=6582"},"modified":"2025-10-19T16:15:43","modified_gmt":"2025-10-19T15:15:43","slug":"i-gave-up-my-lower-berth-on-the-train-to-a-woman-with-a-child-but-soon-regretted-my-kind-gesture","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/time.amazingstory.blog\/?p=6582","title":{"rendered":"I gave up my lower berth on the train to a woman with a child, but soon regretted my kind gesture"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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I gave up my lower berth on the train to a woman with a child, but soon regretted my kind gesture \"\ud83d\ude22\"\"\ud83d\ude14\"<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Everyone around me loves to say that today\u2019s youth are rude, lazy, disrespect older people, and only think about themselves. But recently I realized: sometimes you need to respect yourself more than other people\u2019s complaints, especially when they start taking advantage of your kindness.<\/p>\n\n\n

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I was returning home after a tough exam session. I had passed all my exams, almost without sleep, and dreamed of only one thing \u2014 to get some rest during the trip. I purposely bought a ticket for the lower berth so I could lie down peacefully and not suffer like on the upper one. I got on the carriage, settled in, and was already about to doze off when a woman about forty years old entered the compartment with a boy who looked no older than seven.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The woman looked tired but determined. After she put her things away, it turned out they only had tickets for the upper berth. She sat opposite me and immediately started telling how unlucky she was \u2014 her back hurt, her son was restless, and it would be impossible with a child up there. She asked me to give her my place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I felt sorry for her. I decided to help: I climbed up to the upper berth and tried to sleep. But no luck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The boy, sprawling on the lower berth, kept fidgeting, kicking the mattress and the metal supports, making the whole structure shake and vibrate. Moreover, he was humming some silly melody from a computer game and wouldn\u2019t stop talking. At first, I endured it. Then, summoning my courage, I asked the woman to calm her son.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 Oh, don\u2019t dramatize! \u2014 she replied, tired and irritated. \u2014 He\u2019s just a child!<\/p>\n\n\n

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But the child, as if on purpose, got even worse \u2014 started running back and forth through the carriage, loudly turned on cartoons on his phone, laughed, jumped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At that moment, I realized I wouldn\u2019t tolerate it any longer and did something I don\u2019t regret. Never say again that young people don\u2019t respect adults \"\ud83d\ude22\"\"\ud83d\ude14\" Continued in the first comment \"\ud83d\udc47\"\"\ud83d\udc47\"<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I got down from the upper berth and went to the conductor. I calmly explained without shouting that my ticket was for the lower berth and I had given it up voluntarily, but now I couldn\u2019t rest because the woman refused to control her child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The conductor entered the compartment, checked the tickets, looked at the woman, and said firmly:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 Madam, you have the upper berth. Please take the seats you purchased.<\/p>\n\n\n

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The woman tried to argue but the conductor was firm. Finally, she sighed, climbed up with the boy, and I finally lay down again on my lower berth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Since then, I have firmly decided: I will never again sacrifice my own comfort for others.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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