One event that really struck me and have remembered thus far in my brain, is the image of a full grown man crying on the bus. Now I’ve seen people of all types cry. Young, old, men, women, children, cats, etc. But this was different…
He was sitting polar opposite of me on the train. He looked like he was about 34 or 35. His face had the expression of deep worry and deep pain, in his heart.
He started sobbing to himself, and I could tell everyone around me was also taken by this.
No one asked if he was okay or why he was crying. Being on the bus it is usual to expect that people will mind their own business and stay out of situations that have involvement.
I sat in my seat looking and staring at this man crying. I wondered to myself what had happened to him – to make him cry so intensely, and in public also.
I’m aware that men of course do cry, but seeing a full grown man cry in public just hit another nerve of me.
It made me feel humble, and it made me question to this day what was going on in that man’s life.
Had he committed a crime? Did someone die in his family? Was he schizophrenic or emotionally disturbed ? Did he lose someone that was very near and dear to his heart?
I will never ever know, and probably no one was ever meant to know.