For the first time ever, I witnessed someone bawling in their car in a fit of hysterics. It felt ironic, because just one week earlier, I was that person. Does everyone witness this at some point?
The moment is ingrained in my mind. I pulled up to the stoplight, glanced in my rearview mirror and saw the woman in the car behind me sobbing. I couldn't hear her, but I could tell that her crying was loud. I felt a mixture of compassion and comfort from seeing her. It was a kind of "aha!" moment, because I felt connected to her, and I thought "I know just what that feels like". Now I know what it looks like. I wished I could be with her, or say something, but there's a good chance she'd want to be alone. If nothing else, I could tell her that I know what it feels like to scream in your car.
The moment is ingrained in my mind. I pulled up to the stoplight, glanced in my rearview mirror and saw the woman in the car behind me sobbing. I couldn't hear her, but I could tell that her crying was loud. I felt a mixture of compassion and comfort from seeing her. It was a kind of "aha!" moment, because I felt connected to her, and I thought "I know just what that feels like". Now I know what it looks like. I wished I could be with her, or say something, but there's a good chance she'd want to be alone. If nothing else, I could tell her that I know what it feels like to scream in your car.
