Sometimes when i see a middle aged man all alone in mcdonalds. Well, with not so expensive clothes, wearing a pouch, eating ice cream and with a chinese news paper in hand, i feel uneasy. Especially when he is alone. Then his daughter shows up, they share an ice cream and off they go after they are done. Then all i can see is their backs and him carrying her school bag. Then its off to the bus stop for a ride home. Sometimes we see the things that happen right in front of our eyes and we dont feel anything. But underneath the tough exterior, maybe the man is fighting a hard battle, maybe he feels lost. Or maybe, for all you know, he could be happy and contented. Same thing happens when i am traveling, alone or not. I see things like that and wonder about the story behind those faces.
The thing about travelling that amazes me sometimes is that for
every face you see, that is probably the last time you will ever see it. So i guess from now on ill be nice to everyone i see. All because i know that everyone is fighting a hard battle. Youll never know, you might just give a little hope into someone's life, just by a simple smile or a kind gesture.
