Well, this time the weather was nice again when I travelled up north for work. The Acela just left the Stamford station on its way to New York. It’s 10 pm and I am exhausted. This has been a long day for me. I got up before 6 this morning, spent hours travelling, then meeting all day. I was rewarded with a disgusting microwaved garden burger and fruit salad for supper, it was loaded with high fructose corn syrup. I should have gotten something else in the station. Gosh, it sucked big time.

Okay, why the heck does the train stopped just now?

Speaking about the station, I was 5 minutes late for my scheduled train, blame be the traffic in Boston. During my 90-minute wait for next train, an older woman came and sat down next to me. “If I pay you, can I use your cell phone?” she asked. I asked her where she was calling to. Then it was about 20 minutes of her story over the phone with some woman. It sounded like she has lost her ticket and she had nowhere to go. On the ticket there was a phone number of a woman she met in the train station who said that she would help her out. I talked to her afterwards. She told me that her sister is taking away the house her late mother left for her, and that she was going to go to the psychiatric hospital because the state would make her do so. She would rather give the house to someone else who would take care of it, even me. Anyway, she told me tons of other details that I don’t really remember now. It sounded like she was really sick and all alone. It’s sad. When you’re old and you have no one else to turn to, and everything seems to be against you; plus you’re sick, what are you going to do?

I don’t know. Sometimes I do think about that. I wish I could say something nice to her besides “I am sorry to hear that.” Perhaps having a listener was the only thing that she needed on at the moment.

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