It's bad again. Spare a prayer for an elderly man that was knocked to the ground by the wind. A few of us were able to get him back on his feet.

The weather changed so quickly. I took refuge in a church but made a run for the train station when there was a brief break in the weather.

I was stranded in a train station for a couple of hours.

It was providential as I met a man, I had wondered about. I remember him as a "town drunk" just over twenty years ago. I hadn't seen him in twenty years or so.

He slept rough and was always drunk.  I had wondered what at become of him as I never see him on the streets. I had wondered had he died.

Today I met him. It transpires that twenty years ago he quit the booze and hasn't had alcohol since.

He too was a victim of the wind earlier.  The wind pushed him into a wall. He scraped his hands.

The weather changed so quickly.

Batten down the hatches and pray for those travelling.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Are_Ye_Right_There_Michael
Are Ye Right There Michael is a song by the 19th-century and early 20th-century Irish composer and musician Percy French, parodying the state of the West Clare Railway system in rural County Clare. Because of a slow train and the decision of the driver to stop for no apparent reason, French, though having left Sligo in the early morning, arrived so late for an 8pm recital that the audience had left. The ballad caused considerable embarrassment for the rail company, which was mocked in music halls throughout Ireland and Britain because of the song. It led to an unsuccessful libel action against French.[1]
It is said that when French arrived late for the libel hearing, the judge chided him on his lateness. French reportedly responded "Your honour, I traveled by the West Clare Railway", resulting in the case being thrown out

Are Ye Right There Michael
by Percy French (1902)
You may talk of Columbus's sailing
Across the Atlantical Sea
But he never tried to go railing
From Ennis as far as Kilkee
You run for the train in the morning
The excursion train starting at eight
You're there when the clock gives the warnin'
And there for an hour you'll wait
And as you're waiting in the train
You'll hear the guard sing this refrain:
Are ye right there, Michael, are ye right?
Do you think that we'll be there before the night?
Ye've been so long in startin'
That ye couldn't say for certain
Still ye might now, Michael
So ye might!
They find out where the engine's been hiding
And it drags you to sweet Corofin
Says the guard: "Back her down on the siding
There's a goods from Kilrush coming in."
Perhaps it comes in two hours
Perhaps it breaks down on the way
"If it does," says the guard, "by the powers
We're here for the rest of the day!"
And while you sit and curse your luck
The train backs down into a truck.
Are ye right there, Michael, are ye right?
Have ye got the parcel there for Mrs White?
Ye haven't, oh begorra
Say it's comin' down tomorra
And well it might now, Michael
So it might
At Lahinch the sea shines like a Jєωel
With joy you are ready to shout
When the stoker cries out: "There's no fuel
And the fire's tee-totally out!
But hand up that bit of a log there
I'll soon have ye out of the fix
There's fine clamp of turf in the bog there
And the rest go a-gatherin' sticks."
And while you're breakin' bits of trees
You hear some wise remarks like these:

"Are ye right there, Michael? Are ye right?
Do ye think that you can get the fire to light?
Oh, an hour you'll require
For the turf it might be drier
Well it might now, Michael
So it might."[1]

Quote from: John Grace

It's bad again. Spare a prayer for an elderly man that was knocked to the ground by the wind. A few of us were able to get him back on his feet.

The weather changed so quickly. I took refuge in a church but made a run for the train station when there was a brief break in the weather.

I was stranded in a train station for a couple of hours.

It was providential as I met a man, I had wondered about. I remember him as a "town drunk" just over twenty years ago. I hadn't seen him in twenty years or so.

He slept rough and was always drunk.  I had wondered what at become of him as I never see him on the streets. I had wondered had he died.

Today I met him. It transpires that twenty years ago he quit the booze and hasn't had alcohol since.

He too was a victim of the wind earlier.  The wind pushed him into a wall. He scraped his hands.

The weather changed so quickly.

Batten down the hatches and pray for those travelling.

Did he pray to Venerable Matt Talbot? or did you mention him?