I had just taken my seat on the subway this morning when I heard someone crying.
It was a woman across the aisle from me. And she wasn’t trying to hold it in or hide her tears — she was loudly weeping and sobbing.
Since I had just boarded, I looked around at my fellow passengers, trying to get a read on what if anything had been done. At that moment, a man said, “Are you okay, miss? Do you need help?”
She said no and immediately quieted. Everyone looked relieved.
I know I was.
Not two minutes went by and she began wailing again, even louder this time. Looks were exchanged.
I finally reached in my briefcase and handed her a tissue. She didn’t say thank you, but she calmed down until her stop.
I will admit – – I have cried on the subway before, but in a much more stealth fashion. Or at least I hope so, for the passengers’ sake.
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I had just taken my seat on the subway this morning when I heard someone crying.
It was a woman across the aisle from me. And she wasn’t trying to hold it in or hide her tears — she was loudly weeping and sobbing.
Since I had just boarded, I looked around at my fellow passengers, trying to get a read on what if anything had been done. At that moment, a man said, “Are you okay, miss? Do you need help?”
She said no and immediately quieted. Everyone looked relieved.
I know I was.
Not two minutes went by and she began wailing again, even louder this time. Looks were exchanged.
I finally reached in my briefcase and handed her a tissue. She didn’t say thank you, but she calmed down until her stop.
I will admit – – I have cried on the subway before, but in a much more stealth fashion. Or at least I hope so, for the passengers’ sake.
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