I Could See the Man Was Very Unhappy

I could see that the man was despondent. As I watched him sitting without anyone else at the bus station, a major earthy colored paper package adjacent to him, I felt my curiousity perk and was likewise unusually pained. I detected that the elderly person felt confounded and required somebody to converse with. However I kept down. The gathering was in 30 minutes. So I was unable to set aside a few minutes for him. In addition, who was I brought into another person’s protection? These were my musings as I boarded the transport. As the transport drew away from the stop , I glanced back at the solitary figure on the bridge.A few moments later, I was back at a similar spot. He was still there, still alone. I plunked down adjacent to him. Others were overlooking us. I began a discussion with him. From the start, he was alarmed and was quiet. As time passed by and he could see that I was genuine, he started to talk. His name was Arthur Tan. Scarcely, fifteen years back, he had been a joyfully hitched man with two flawless youngsters performing great at school. It appeared that nothing could disturb his wonderful life. At that point, on one journey, his family chose to oblige him for a family vacation.It was a riotous time for him, yet he altogether appreciated their conversation. Everything worked out in a good way until one night, when assuming control over the wheel, he nodded off. His boat crashed into an oil big hauler and both sank. He was the sole overcomer of this disaster. Since that game changing day, Arthur had lived hopeless life. With his family gone, his life appeared to lose all significance. He went through his days in dejection and blame. His companions avoided him ; barely anybody expressed a benevolent word to him, he infrequently even observed a neighborly human face.He indicated me the earthy colored package. He had gathered all the keepsakes of his more joyful life before the disaster †his regalia, authentications and his family photo s. He had wrapped all these valuable things and tied them up in the huge earthy colored paper package. As I took a gander at his assortment of recollections, I comprehended his pity. The individuals in the photos were snickering and grinning joyfully. The Arthur Tan in the photos was so not the same as the man I could see presently before me.He began to think back, and I let him. I couldn't have cared less that I was at that point late for the gathering. This was increasingly significant. He talked for two hours, educating me concerning his family and the upbeat occasions he had with them. At long last, he took a gander at me with tears in his eyes and said â€Å"Thank you†. At that point he got up and left. I ended up sitting alone, barely seeing the stream of tears on my cheeks, watching him leave. I was happy I had been there for him as all he needed was an individual to converse with.