I saw a young woman crying on the subway platform today. From fifty feet away I could tell–her head was bowed, her hands covered her face. As I moved closer, she came into focus and yes, she was crying, the corners of her mouth turned down. My first instinct was to offer her comfort. That was quickly replaced by another thought–Who do you think you are, bro? What are you going to do? It’s none of your business.
Why was she crying? Did someone die, did she get into a fight with her boyfriend? I wondered as I walked past her and said nothing.
[Photo Credit: Le Xuan-Cung]