Today while I was cought (per usual) in the morning traffic, stuck right next to my little Jazz was this guy in this poshy looking saphire-blue Holden. As much as I don't fancy bogen Holden drivers, I must say that he and his car were like a picture perfect item. But then there was also something about him that I noticed-not a fimiliar sight.
He was crying as he talked on the phone. He was crying like somebody he loved had died. Or like he just got fired from his job, and has no idea how to make ends meet. I don't know. It just looked like a really, really bad situation. I felt like I was witnessing a Goliath breakdown.
And for moment there, things fell into prespective. Whatever I am going through right now, no matter how horrible it feels, it can't possibly be as bad as what he is currently going through.
And to my traffic stranger, I hope from the bottom of my heart that things will work out for you.
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