MBTA Mystery

Yesterday I was coming home late and tired from my job, and at the top of the escalator at Porter there was a guy in his mid-20's, I guess, with a huge military-style olive green backpack, holding his cellphone and crying absolutely silently, so hard his body shook, with his head in his hands. Obviously he had just recieved some kind of bad news. I kept thinking about just, you know, doing the city thing and leaving, and then thought about being a small woman in a city approaching a strange, tall, and obviously upset man, and then found myself going over anyway and asking him if he was ok. He looked up at me and shook his head, and I said, "ok, well, I'm sorry. I hope you feel better soon," and then confused at myself, I walked away. I didn't know what else to do. Maybe I should have just left the poor guy alone. But he was crying in the train station! I've done that, and it sucks.

I don't even know why I felt the need to write up this thing. I just had to, though.