#0104 | take shelter, old soul
Submitted by Anonymous.
Here’s Anonymous’ story:
“I couldn’t have been more than four or five years old at the time, so I don’t recall it apart from being reminded about it later on in life. It was the dead of winter [or at least the way that a child remembers the dead of winter, snow piled high, quilting the earth one flake at a time]. My father came into my bedroom to find me sobbing into my pillow.
Not understanding why a perfectly looked-after little girl would by bawling in seclusion, he pressed for details. There was a homeless man who lived under an overpass in our town. During the daylight hours he could always be found on a bench in the park near our home. When we had driven by earlier that day, he was nowhere to be seen. His absence had started me wondering about where he was in the midst of so much frozen mass. My only assumption was that he had died, alone and shivering in the cold.”
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I wonder why little girls feel such empathy for those less fortunate than themselves. I had a similar experience as a child while riding on a bus. A ragged old man ran for the bus and everyone shouted for the driver to stay, but he left anyway. I cried all the way home and although my mother tried to make me stop, I was inconsolable. Your story is touching.
Yeah, I totally agree with both the story and the commenter. In many a situations I have felt similar emotions but I never had the courage to grieve or express concern about it to my family, because our family loathed the weak and cry babies.Thats bad isn’t it?