I am disabled, yet I wondered what exactly people thought on Wednesday afternoon in the appalling bad weather?
I had come from Barnsley to enrol at City College and despite the trouble I had finding the college, which almost had me returning home, I managed to attend, even though I was in so much pain.
I had been given the wrong advice or no advice by the same people who watched me in pain outside the Catholic School above the college.
I don’t know if people thought that I was a paedophile, a drunk or some undesirable lurking outside their premises, recoiling in pain while people drove out of the school or by me on the road.
I had looked smart in T-shirt and chinos. I tried to get up after the pain had subsided a little and continue my journey at a snail’s pace.
By the time I made it to the top of Queen’s Road I had to negotiate the painful decline. I occasionally clung to street furniture to catch my breath whilst waiting for the incessant pain to subside a little.
Who on earth was in those cars watching this six-foot man in such a pathetic predicament?
Shame on you Sheffield.
You were once a steel-producing city and proud of it.
I felt proud to have been born at Jessop Hospital. But although the steel days have long gone, a cold steel heart pervades.