I met a lot of people on my recent 96-hour train trip.
I shared a story about the old man who looked like the main character in Up. He was traveling to Chicago from San Antonio, heartbroken after arriving the day after his sister had passed away. He was tiny and had an infectious giggle. Though sad, you can tell he is a man who loved his family and life.
The next story I’m about to share is of a man on the opposite side of the spectrum.
Today’s post is about the American vet with post-traumatic stress disorder. Or the drunk who just got out of prison.
Some of you who may follow my Facebook page have already heard this story, but I’d like to share it in more detail here.
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A man gets on the train at 5AM.
He’s drunk.
He’s loud.
He can’t sleep. In fact, he hasn’t slept in days.
He looks down at my sleeping body and wakes me up to say, “Hey, Girl. What’s up?”
I mumble that I’m sleeping, and he takes the cue to leave me alone. For now.
As I drift in (more…)