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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
|
Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
|
Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
|
Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
| 6.9
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
| 6.9
| 83.744237
| 1,216
| 53.34275
| 0.405941
| 0.464758
| 0.795248
| 0.451164
| 0.000308
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|
1,757
| 501
|
A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
| 6.9
| 83.744237
| 1,216
| 53.34275
| 0.405941
| 0.464758
| 0.795248
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1,758
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|
A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
| 6.9
| 83.744237
| 1,216
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|
1,759
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|
A woman who was told she may never walk again after having a stroke aged 22 defied doctors to walk down the aisle to marry the love of her life. It was thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, Iain, that Kathryn Grainger was given the treatment she needed right away to survive having a stroke at such a young age. He spotted the signs her health was in serious danger when she woke up with a headache at 4am in July 2008. Kathryn had made enough of a recovery to walk down the aisle in 2012 to tie the knot with Iain . Kathryn, now 29, from Durham, recalls: 'I woke up thinking I was having a bad headache but Iain said, "You're having a stroke". 'To be honest I didn't know what a stroke was until I had mine. I was very confused and didn't know what was going on.' The fashion university student was taken to hospital and put into an induced coma to undergo surgery to remove her skull and reduce the swelling on her brain. But doctors warned her devastated boyfriend, then aged 24, and her parents Leslie and Miriam, that they could not be sure if she would be permanently brain damaged - and warned them she may never walk or talk again. Kathryn and Iain, pictured in 2010, at Berlin Zoo, one year after she suffered a stroke aged just 22 . Kathryn pictured as a child with her elder brother Christopher Thompson . Kathryn said of that difficult time: 'When I first woke up from my coma, I couldn't sit up, walk, speak or move. 'I could just about write with my right hand and couldn't see properly in my left eye. 'Although I was in shock I kept thinking I'd be okay to go back to university in September. 'I had no idea how bad I was. Iain knew though because he saw me with tubes and wires coming out of my head. He can't talk about it because he gets upset.' Kathryn's parents and Iain, who she had met through friends two years before her stroke, were determined to support her and nurse her back to health. She was also determined to regain her health and independence and didn't want to give up on her degree. Kathryn and Iain pictured with her father Leslie and mother Miriam at their wedding in 2012 . Kathryn defied doctors by walking down the aisle on her big day with Iain . Kathryn said: 'I stayed in the high dependency unit for two weeks. I was fed through a tube in my nose for months and then I went on to pureed food. 'The doctors told my parents I may not be able to walk again or talk. They didn't think I would get out of my chair, but I proved them wrong. 'I had physiotherapy, occupational and speech therapy. Slowly I re-learnt how to do things. I was really frustrated, as I'd lost the use of my left arm, as a fashion student that wasn't easy but the university did everything they could to help me and I graduated.' When she left hospital, Kathryn and Iain moved in with her parents in Durham and she began to make progress with their help, and that of Different Strokes in East End Pool, Newcastle, a project using cash raised by Red Nose Day to support stroke survivors. When Iain, a senior analyst in complaints, proposed on Christmas Eve 2011 Kathryn was even more determined to be able to walk again. The happy couple on their honeymoon in Paris in 2013 . Iain and Kathryn’s first trip to Paris in 2009 - before she suffered a stroke . 'All I could think of when I came out of hospital was that I wanted to walk down the street holding his hand again and we wanted to walked down the aisle arm-in-arm,' she said. She was able to do just that when they tied the knot a year later. Speaking about their big day, Kathryn said: 'I was in a wheelchair for five months after my stroke and I thought I would never walk again. 'Walking down the aisle with my dad on my wedding day, I felt so many different emotions. It's hard to describe the feeling but all I can really say is that it was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. 'My dad gave an amazing father of the bride speech. He said: "After Kathryn had her stroke, most young lads would have left because she was so poorly but Iain stuck by my daughter and looked after her throughout." 'Iain has really has supported me throughout everything; marrying him was the best day of my life.' The signs and symptoms of a stroke vary from person to person but usually begin suddenly. As different parts of your brain control different parts of your body, your symptoms will depend on the part of your brain affected and the extent of the damage. The main stroke symptoms can be remembered with the word FAST: Face-Arms-Speech-Time. The couple have now moved into their own home in Durham. Despite having to deal with having a stroke at such a young age, Kathryn says she doesn't feel sorry for herself. 'I'm a pretty positive person. I haven't let it get me down. It could have been so much worse,' she said. As well as the support of Iain and her family, she said Different Strokes made a huge contribution to her recovery so now she's urging people to support Red Nose Day on 13 March to raise money for such worthwhile projects. 'I found a Different Strokes group on Facebook and decided to go along. It was the first time I had spoken to people who had had a stroke. It was really helpful and I got some good advice from a physio and took part in gentle group exercises,' Kathryn said. 'Six years on I still have some things to improve on, like my speech. I'd love to be able to raise public awareness about strokes. 'It's the leading cause of disabilities but I didn't have a clue and you have to deal with it so quickly.' Red Nose Day is back on Friday 13th March. Money raised this Red Nose Day will help to transform lives here in the UK and across Africa. Find out how you can help at www.rednoseday.com .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
| 6.9
| 83.744237
| 1,216
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| 0.405941
| 0.464758
| 0.795248
| 0.451164
| 0.000308
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|
1,760
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
| 10.4
| 95.295111
| 1,005
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|
1,761
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
| 10.4
| 95.295111
| 1,005
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| 0.752475
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| 0.85064
| 0.000205
| 1.701259
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1,762
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Sacrifice: Jogendra Sen was the only non-white man in his regiment . They were all young, proud, and ready to serve king and country. But among the eager group of young men who had signed up to fight in the First World War together, one face stood out from the rest. Jogendra Sen rushed to join the queue of recruits to the Leeds ‘Pals’ Battalion when it was raised in September 1914 – and became the only non-white member of the 15th West Yorkshire Regiment. Yet were it not for a chance discovery almost a century later, his life – and death – might have been lost to history. A pair of broken and bloodstained spectacles in an Indian museum have shed light on the sacrifice of a volunteer who battled prejudice and racism to serve the country he made his home. They were the same glasses that ‘Jon’, as he was called by his English comrades, had worn in a photograph taken at a training camp in Yorkshire. Cruelly, the Bengal-born student’s race had barred him from fulfilling his dream of being an officer in the British Army, even though he was highly educated and had earned a degree in electrical engineering from Leeds University. But it also won him a place in history. Because less than 20 months after that training camp photograph, Jogendra Sen was killed in action near the Somme on May 22, 1916. Academics believe that the 28-year-old private had become the first Bengali to die fighting for Britain in the war. Although many more would later serve on the Western Front in the Indian Army, at the beginning of the war, most Bengalis were banned from joining up in their own country because of racial prejudice. The catalyst that allowed the tale of Pte Sen’s spectacles to emerge publicly was Dr Santanu Das, a reader in English at King’s College London, who noticed them and some of his other belongings in a museum on a visit to Sen's home town of Chandernagore, some 22 miles north of Kolkata in West Bengal, India. One of the chaps: Private Sen, centre, and his comrades pose for a photograph at a training camp in 1914 . Poignant: Jogendra Sen's glasses and other belongings were discovered in a museum in India . A book of friendship quotes given to Private Jogendra Sen by 'Cis', believed to be Mary Cicely Newton . When the academic mentioned his discovery during a talk at Leeds University, a local researcher recalled seeing Sen’s name on its war memorial. From this, Leeds researchers painstakingly pieced together one man’s war. Sen had worked as an engineer while continuing with his studies. A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where, it transpired, Sen sang in the choir. But although Sen was deeply involved in his local community, he faced discrimination even as he offered his life for the war effort. In an interview in 1988, his fellow soldier Arthur Dalby recalled: ‘He was the best-educated man in the battalion and he spoke about seven languages, but he was never allowed to be even a lance corporal because in those days they would never let a coloured fellow be over a white man, not in England.’ Private Jogendra Sen (pictured wearing glasses) with his comrades on deck during the voyage across the Mediterranean from Egypt to Marseille, en route to the Western Front in March, 1916 . Jogendra Sen is pictured far right with members of D Company. The photo is thought to have been taken at Colsterdale Camp in North Yorkshire shortly after they signed up in 1914 . Dr Das commented: ‘I was absolutely stunned when I saw the pair of glasses. ‘It’s one of the most poignant artefacts I’ve seen – a material token of the fragility of life at the front. 'More than a million Indian soldiers and non-combatants served in different theatres of the First World War, but what is so unusual about Jogendra Sen is that he was not part of the Indian army but of the Leeds Pals Battalion. ‘I sometimes wonder what his experiences would have been as the only non-white person in the battalion at that time.’ A photograph of a woman found in his personal effects, inscribed ‘Yours with love, Cis’, was found to be of Mary Cicely Newton, who had links with the Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds where Sen sang in the choir . Private Jogendra Sen (fourth from the right in the third row back) with Number 16 Platoon (D Company) of the 16th West Yorkshire Regiment in about 1915 . It cannot have been easy – but what has become clear is that Sen won the hearts and respect of his white comrades. Shortly after his death, his commander wrote: ‘His loss is felt very much throughout the whole of the company. ‘He always showed himself to be a keen and upright soldier, and myself and the officers of this company thought a great deal of him.’ • A BBC Inside Out film tracing Jogendra Sen’s story is broadcast tonight on BBC One (Yorkshire and Lincolnshire only) at 7.30pm and is also available on BBC iPlayer.
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Alfonso Thomas is to take over as Somerset's limited-overs captain this summer. The South Africa-born seamer, 38, will therefore share leadership duties with former England batsman Marcus Trescothick, who will stay in charge in the LV County Championship and as club captain. Somerset coach Matthew Maynard said: 'Alfonso has played a huge amount of T20 cricket in the last few seasons, both here and abroad. 'He has tasted success in the IPL, the BPL and the Big Bash. His experiences of the intricacies of the T20 game at the highest level make him the ideal captain for the shorter form of the game.' Alfonso Thomas (left) has the experience to be an ideal short form captain, says coach Matthew Maynard . Former England batsman Marcus Trecothick (right) will remain club captain in the LV County Championship . Meanwhile, Somerset have signed Pakistan international Sohail Tanvir for next season's NatWest T20 Blast. Left-arm seamers are a prized commodity in the shortest format and 30-year-old Tanvir brings plenty of experience, with 170 domestic and 42 international Twenty20 appearances. His return of six for 14 for Rajasthan Royals in the 2008 Indian Premier League was the record bowling performance in T20 cricket until Somerset's Arul Suppiah bettered it with six for five three years later. Somerset have signed Pakistan international Sohail Tanvir for next season's NatWest T20 Blast .
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Alfonso Thomas is to take over as Somerset's limited-overs captain this summer. The South Africa-born seamer, 38, will therefore share leadership duties with former England batsman Marcus Trescothick, who will stay in charge in the LV County Championship and as club captain. Somerset coach Matthew Maynard said: 'Alfonso has played a huge amount of T20 cricket in the last few seasons, both here and abroad. 'He has tasted success in the IPL, the BPL and the Big Bash. His experiences of the intricacies of the T20 game at the highest level make him the ideal captain for the shorter form of the game.' Alfonso Thomas (left) has the experience to be an ideal short form captain, says coach Matthew Maynard . Former England batsman Marcus Trecothick (right) will remain club captain in the LV County Championship . Meanwhile, Somerset have signed Pakistan international Sohail Tanvir for next season's NatWest T20 Blast. Left-arm seamers are a prized commodity in the shortest format and 30-year-old Tanvir brings plenty of experience, with 170 domestic and 42 international Twenty20 appearances. His return of six for 14 for Rajasthan Royals in the 2008 Indian Premier League was the record bowling performance in T20 cricket until Somerset's Arul Suppiah bettered it with six for five three years later. Somerset have signed Pakistan international Sohail Tanvir for next season's NatWest T20 Blast .
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Alfonso Thomas is to take over as Somerset's limited-overs captain this summer. The South Africa-born seamer, 38, will therefore share leadership duties with former England batsman Marcus Trescothick, who will stay in charge in the LV County Championship and as club captain. Somerset coach Matthew Maynard said: 'Alfonso has played a huge amount of T20 cricket in the last few seasons, both here and abroad. 'He has tasted success in the IPL, the BPL and the Big Bash. His experiences of the intricacies of the T20 game at the highest level make him the ideal captain for the shorter form of the game.' Alfonso Thomas (left) has the experience to be an ideal short form captain, says coach Matthew Maynard . Former England batsman Marcus Trecothick (right) will remain club captain in the LV County Championship . Meanwhile, Somerset have signed Pakistan international Sohail Tanvir for next season's NatWest T20 Blast. Left-arm seamers are a prized commodity in the shortest format and 30-year-old Tanvir brings plenty of experience, with 170 domestic and 42 international Twenty20 appearances. His return of six for 14 for Rajasthan Royals in the 2008 Indian Premier League was the record bowling performance in T20 cricket until Somerset's Arul Suppiah bettered it with six for five three years later. Somerset have signed Pakistan international Sohail Tanvir for next season's NatWest T20 Blast .
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Alfonso Thomas is to take over as Somerset's limited-overs captain this summer. The South Africa-born seamer, 38, will therefore share leadership duties with former England batsman Marcus Trescothick, who will stay in charge in the LV County Championship and as club captain. Somerset coach Matthew Maynard said: 'Alfonso has played a huge amount of T20 cricket in the last few seasons, both here and abroad. 'He has tasted success in the IPL, the BPL and the Big Bash. His experiences of the intricacies of the T20 game at the highest level make him the ideal captain for the shorter form of the game.' Alfonso Thomas (left) has the experience to be an ideal short form captain, says coach Matthew Maynard . Former England batsman Marcus Trecothick (right) will remain club captain in the LV County Championship . Meanwhile, Somerset have signed Pakistan international Sohail Tanvir for next season's NatWest T20 Blast. Left-arm seamers are a prized commodity in the shortest format and 30-year-old Tanvir brings plenty of experience, with 170 domestic and 42 international Twenty20 appearances. His return of six for 14 for Rajasthan Royals in the 2008 Indian Premier League was the record bowling performance in T20 cricket until Somerset's Arul Suppiah bettered it with six for five three years later. Somerset have signed Pakistan international Sohail Tanvir for next season's NatWest T20 Blast .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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Alfonso Thomas is to take over as Somerset's limited-overs captain this summer. The South Africa-born seamer, 38, will therefore share leadership duties with former England batsman Marcus Trescothick, who will stay in charge in the LV County Championship and as club captain. Somerset coach Matthew Maynard said: 'Alfonso has played a huge amount of T20 cricket in the last few seasons, both here and abroad. 'He has tasted success in the IPL, the BPL and the Big Bash. His experiences of the intricacies of the T20 game at the highest level make him the ideal captain for the shorter form of the game.' Alfonso Thomas (left) has the experience to be an ideal short form captain, says coach Matthew Maynard . Former England batsman Marcus Trecothick (right) will remain club captain in the LV County Championship . Meanwhile, Somerset have signed Pakistan international Sohail Tanvir for next season's NatWest T20 Blast. Left-arm seamers are a prized commodity in the shortest format and 30-year-old Tanvir brings plenty of experience, with 170 domestic and 42 international Twenty20 appearances. His return of six for 14 for Rajasthan Royals in the 2008 Indian Premier League was the record bowling performance in T20 cricket until Somerset's Arul Suppiah bettered it with six for five three years later. Somerset have signed Pakistan international Sohail Tanvir for next season's NatWest T20 Blast .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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Alfonso Thomas is to take over as Somerset's limited-overs captain this summer. The South Africa-born seamer, 38, will therefore share leadership duties with former England batsman Marcus Trescothick, who will stay in charge in the LV County Championship and as club captain. Somerset coach Matthew Maynard said: 'Alfonso has played a huge amount of T20 cricket in the last few seasons, both here and abroad. 'He has tasted success in the IPL, the BPL and the Big Bash. His experiences of the intricacies of the T20 game at the highest level make him the ideal captain for the shorter form of the game.' Alfonso Thomas (left) has the experience to be an ideal short form captain, says coach Matthew Maynard . Former England batsman Marcus Trecothick (right) will remain club captain in the LV County Championship . Meanwhile, Somerset have signed Pakistan international Sohail Tanvir for next season's NatWest T20 Blast. Left-arm seamers are a prized commodity in the shortest format and 30-year-old Tanvir brings plenty of experience, with 170 domestic and 42 international Twenty20 appearances. His return of six for 14 for Rajasthan Royals in the 2008 Indian Premier League was the record bowling performance in T20 cricket until Somerset's Arul Suppiah bettered it with six for five three years later. Somerset have signed Pakistan international Sohail Tanvir for next season's NatWest T20 Blast .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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Alfonso Thomas is to take over as Somerset's limited-overs captain this summer. The South Africa-born seamer, 38, will therefore share leadership duties with former England batsman Marcus Trescothick, who will stay in charge in the LV County Championship and as club captain. Somerset coach Matthew Maynard said: 'Alfonso has played a huge amount of T20 cricket in the last few seasons, both here and abroad. 'He has tasted success in the IPL, the BPL and the Big Bash. His experiences of the intricacies of the T20 game at the highest level make him the ideal captain for the shorter form of the game.' Alfonso Thomas (left) has the experience to be an ideal short form captain, says coach Matthew Maynard . Former England batsman Marcus Trecothick (right) will remain club captain in the LV County Championship . Meanwhile, Somerset have signed Pakistan international Sohail Tanvir for next season's NatWest T20 Blast. Left-arm seamers are a prized commodity in the shortest format and 30-year-old Tanvir brings plenty of experience, with 170 domestic and 42 international Twenty20 appearances. His return of six for 14 for Rajasthan Royals in the 2008 Indian Premier League was the record bowling performance in T20 cricket until Somerset's Arul Suppiah bettered it with six for five three years later. Somerset have signed Pakistan international Sohail Tanvir for next season's NatWest T20 Blast .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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Alfonso Thomas is to take over as Somerset's limited-overs captain this summer. The South Africa-born seamer, 38, will therefore share leadership duties with former England batsman Marcus Trescothick, who will stay in charge in the LV County Championship and as club captain. Somerset coach Matthew Maynard said: 'Alfonso has played a huge amount of T20 cricket in the last few seasons, both here and abroad. 'He has tasted success in the IPL, the BPL and the Big Bash. His experiences of the intricacies of the T20 game at the highest level make him the ideal captain for the shorter form of the game.' Alfonso Thomas (left) has the experience to be an ideal short form captain, says coach Matthew Maynard . Former England batsman Marcus Trecothick (right) will remain club captain in the LV County Championship . Meanwhile, Somerset have signed Pakistan international Sohail Tanvir for next season's NatWest T20 Blast. Left-arm seamers are a prized commodity in the shortest format and 30-year-old Tanvir brings plenty of experience, with 170 domestic and 42 international Twenty20 appearances. His return of six for 14 for Rajasthan Royals in the 2008 Indian Premier League was the record bowling performance in T20 cricket until Somerset's Arul Suppiah bettered it with six for five three years later. Somerset have signed Pakistan international Sohail Tanvir for next season's NatWest T20 Blast .
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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| 252
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