Real life Wonderwoman.

Today on the train, a man was shaking his baby and screaming at it in a psychotic episode. People watched on in dumbstruck shock as the baby was assaulted. One woman stormed on and grabbed the baby off the crazy man, despite the fact that she had her own little girl with her and she could have been in danger. She took that baby to the police station, distraught herself from the terrible experience. The baby was taken away in an ambulance. At first the baby didn't respond to her, but after cuddling and warming, the baby started to slightly respond. She looked dehydrated and was dirty and badly clothed. By snatching the baby away, the woman probably saved its life.

The most amazing thing? The woman who saved the baby was my sister Helen.

Never have I been prouder, more inspired, more astounded than I am right now. I have so much love and admiration for her, I can't explain it. She's a woman who has suffered abuse herself, who could have easily not have done anything at all. But she just went up to that psychotic bastard and saved that baby, while everyone else just watched.

Swear to God - my sister is a fucking hero. She's shaken up, upset, traumatised by seeing a little baby go through that. I might buy her a little present for being so damned fabulous. God bless her.