I have dyspraxia.. It manifests itself in many ways... Tonight when I needed help a lovely lady stepped up.
I got off a VERY bumpy flight from Vienna which didn't help my nerves... As we walked into the terminal I got chatting to a lovely lady and her daughter... As we got to the escalators I realised to my absolute horror that the only down one wasn't working! I started to panic and explained to the lady that I would find it difficult as the lines affect my balance and I would struggle. (I compare it to how you feel when you iron something with stripes)...
The lady immediately took charge. She explained she had vertigo so knew a little of how I felt. We walked VERY slowly down each step with my eyes firmly in front... She told me not to worry about the people behind us and we would get down in our own time... She stayed with me till I got through passport control... There truly are some lovely people out there.