The day had started like any other. I cycled into work, only to realize I’d forgotten my pass. Not wanting to waste more time, I locked my bike outside Cannon Street station and headed in.

When I finished work at 6 p.m. and walked back to the station, my heart sank. My lock was lying there, cut clean through, and my bike was gone. I stood frozen, staring at the empty spot where it had been, the reality sinking in. I was sure it was gone for good.

Clinging to a shred of hope, I went into the station to ask if they had cameras. As I spoke to the staff, a man appeared nearby, waving at me. He asked me to enter the code on my broken lock. Confused, I did — and when the lock clicked open, he smiled and said words I never expected to hear:

“I have your bike.”

His name was Abdul Muneeb, and he works for South Eastern Railways. On his break earlier that day, Abdul had spotted someone cutting my lock. He didn’t just watch or walk away — he went straight up to them, confronted them, and demanded they give the bike back. They did.

But Abdul didn’t stop there. He took my bike inside the station for safekeeping… and then, after his shift ended, he stayed. And stayed. For four hours past his working day, just to make sure it was returned to the right person.

When he finally handed it over, all I could think was how rare it is to meet someone willing to go so far for a stranger. Abdul’s actions weren’t just about saving a bike — they were about kindness, courage, and integrity.

The world could use a lot more people like him. He’s a legend, and a true credit to his employer.