I find it really hard to know when to step in and try to help. The bystander effect is so strong. Having once sobbed my way through a subway ride, I don't know that I would have wanted anyone on the train to say anything. If I would've had to explain anything it might be baring too much to too many people. What did help though, was when I got out and was crying on a stoop an older black man asked if I was ok and what had happened, told me life was long and that he saw angels around me, go figure. He left but that helped give me some strength to get to my friends place and it was a blessing that he stopped and gave his caring words.
it's true. i certainly wouldn't have expected/pressured the woman to talk--just would have liked to be able to acknowledge that she's going through a hard time...
hmm, it is kinda hard to decide what to do. once during rush hour, i saw this girl crying quietly, just tears coming out and no sound. when i finally remembered i had tissues, i offered them to her, but she didn't want them. it's hard to tell whether or not someone would accept a stranger's comforting, but i think it's worth offering it. hehe, but it does make you wonder about the people who sit there every morning silently in an overcrowded train. you always wonder just who you're sitting next to...
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