I want to tell you guys about something that happened on my commute into central London this week, because I’ve been thinking about it every time I’ve got on the train since.
I was on the Jubilee line with all my bags…it was super packed and everyone was sighing and huffing and puffing, and it was hot and claustrophobic and not very nice.
Through the sea of arms, my eyes just happened to fall on this guy, standing against the side of the train…and he was crying.
He was a few people away from me but we were packed in close enough for me to see the tears falling down his cheeks and the quivering skin around his nose as he tried to hold it in.
But it was the kind of crying that you just can’t hold in.
He looked so sad…so so sad…like something truly terrible had just happened.
But the saddest thing was that there were people literally centimetres away from his face, playing candy crush, or just staring past him like they hadn’t noticed.
But you couldn’t really not notice.