On the way into work this morning, freezing, waiting for my regular ride on public transit a group of us weary travellers stood shivering. I was standing behind a woman who hailed a cab. I figured she was simply running late–well, she actually was for an appointment. She turned and asked me where I was going. She could have asked anyone really, but maybe me as I was simply standing closest to her?
I told her that I was headed in the same direction. She invited me in. I said to her that I didn’t have any money with me to split the fare. She told me not to worry. We had a brief debate about it as I felt I just couldn’t do it! Finally, her insistence got the better of me and I also didn’t want to make her later than I thought she already would be.
I swear, I had to fight back tears the whole ride. She was typical of a large portion of the poorer immigrant population here. She worked for a wealthy family, either taking care of an older member of their family or their child. I knew I had more money than her. Her generosity overwhelmed me.
When I got out of the taxi, I finally let go and bawled like a baby. I still had to take the remainder of my transit ride as she was going a bit further but I didn’t care if anyone saw me cry. I really just didn’t.
I managed to barely pull it together by the time I got to work. I still feel like crying my eyes out now.
I’ve decided to take the afternoon off. Escher wants to come over so we can set up my stereo and my apartment looks as disgusting as I feel. I need to go home and clean it up. At least somewhat. I know he probably wouldn’t care what it looks like but I do.
I’ll get to the couple of comments I have in a bit. If I’m leaving early, I’ve got to get some work done. I just wanted to pump out this post quickly; get it off my chest as I don’t feel like telling anyone personally. If I let it escape my lips, I’ll probably start crying again.