I Could See the Man Was Very Unhappy

I could see that the reality was very unhappy. As I watched him session by himself at the bus catamenia, a big chocolate-brown paper divide beside him, I felt my curiousity perk and was likewise strangely troubled. I sensed that the emeritus homophile felt confused and necessitate someone to talk to. Yet I held back. The party was in half an hour. So I could not make the eon for him. Besides, who was I introduced into another persons privacy? These were my thoughts as I boarded the bus. As the bus drew away from the stop , I looked back at the solitary figure on the bridge.A few transactions later, I was back at the equivalent place. He was still thither, still alone. I sat down beside him. Other pile were ignoring us. I started a conversation with him. At first, he was startled and was silent. As season passed by and he could see that I was sincere, he began to talk. His name was Arthur sunburn. Barely, fifteen age ago, he had been a happily get married man with de uce lovely children playacting well at school. It seemed that nothing could flip over his beautiful life. Then, on one cruise, his family headstrong to go along with him for a family vacation.It was a hectic time for him, but he thoroughly enjoyed their company. Everything went well until one night, when fetching over the wheel, he fell asleep. His move collided with an oil tanker and both sank. He was the sole survivor of this tragedy. Since that fateful day, Arthur had lived distressing life. With his family gone, his life seemed to lose all in all meaning. He spent his days in despair and guilt. His friends shunned him hardly anyone spoke a sympathetic word to him, he rarely rase saw a friendly valet de chambre face.He showed me the brown parcel. He had collected all the mementos of his happier life before the tragedy his uniforms, certificates and his family photographs. He had wrapped all these precious things and laced them up in the big brown paper parcel. As I looked at his collection of memories, I understood his sadness. The peck in the photographs were laughing and smiling happily. The Arthur Tan in the photographs was so different from the man I could see now in front of me.He started to reminisce, and I let him. I did not care that I was already late for the party. This was more important. He talked for two hours, telling me about his family and the happy time he had with them. Finally, he looked at me with tears in his eyes and said thank you. Then he got up and left. I found myself sitting alone, hardly noticing the permeate of tears on my cheeks, watching him base on balls away. I was glad I had been there for him as all he cute was a person to talk to.