Not your average story (The Dublin station)

"Attention! Attention! The train for Galway city will be leaving from platform 9 of the Dublin railway station in 5 minutes." -The voice of the information announcer was echoing in my ears as if I had а loudspeaker glued to my shoulders. My suitcase was heavy enough for me not to be able to hit my "RUN" button. Where the hell was that platform. I was in the main hall and flocks of people were storming all around me. I felt not only helpless but in an own time bubble of mine. I could feel my eyes getting filled with the hot, burning substance that would most definitely make me look like a complete fool. What was I thinking in the first place, going off to a completely foreign country on my own. My precious seconds were ticking away as my desperation and self doubt grew terrifyingly high. Wouldn't I not get to Galway city tonight, there was not point in going any further.I could almost hear the deafening sound of my failure. And I hate failure!
"Excuse me there,miss" a friendly voice came from behind my shoulder "Are you fine?"The tall station officer smiled at me, winning me over with his charming accent and boyish dimples. I must have looked like a lost, homeless puppy. "No, not fine at all, sir! The train for Galway is leaving in four minutes and I don't know how to get to it. And if I don't it would have been in vain and..." I could have continued rambling on until the end of time had he not stopped me with a gentle gesture. "Come now, sweet missy!" he smiled at me disarmingly as he pulled the suitcase off my hand "Hurry up then, it's this way, your platform."
I am completely sure my voice sounded squealing and annoying as I tried to explain what was wrong.But as we run through the station I could hear my laughter loud and clear. About two hundred metres away we went through another door and with the corner of my eye I could see the 9 sign. And there my train was. I looked, breathing heavily, to the polite man and he had this great bright smile on his face."You have a lovely loud laugh,love."
As I got in the train itself I heard a whistling sound signalising our departure. I smiled once again at that miracle of a man that saved me. " I won't forget you!"- I shouted.
My journey was then surely ahead of me. But what happened served me as a reminder that it had already began.