Nicholas has an epiphany

Recently like the rest of you jobless sods ive been worrying about what to do with my life. Things are as you can tell are rather gash right now. No work,No Money,No cheese.Well there was cheese but not edible cheese and that came from 5 days of no washing HELLO !. Anyway Ive spent the past 2 weeks complaining about my position. Because lets face it, its not a good position, The Spread eagle is a much better one but since that doesnt get you a job I guess thats out of the question.Unless your a hooker. Then spreading eagle is a requirement. But since im rubbish at that too then I guess pimping myself is out of the question. Anyway off the point now.

The story takes place yesterday. On my way back from Cardiff on the train I sat opposite this guy. He was about 45/50 ish I would guess. He was short sighted and was very nicely proportioned. I mean really nicely. Like a lorry nice. He had a "cardiff bus" hat hat on and judging by it he was coming home very late from work. Probably to a tv dinner but there we go. He was sat on his own. And you ever get that feeling when you see someone and you have that weird feeling as if the person is in pain and you want to help. I usualy get it with old people. Its what I call puppy syndrome.But this guy changed that. He was reading a newspaper when some kids came on the bus. They were the usual 16 something plastic bitches that live all up and down our great nation. They sat next to him. And I saw the one give him a right look. They were so trying to be superior and stuff. As if they were in some sort of elavated position to say and do what they like to this man. I dont think he really noticed and continued to read his paper. Anyway later on I caught a glimpse at him. He was staring out of the window. He blatantly had a million and one problems. And here my fellow readers is where I had my epiphany.
You see ive spent my weeks moaning to any S.O.B about my problems. How work is rubbish. No money etc. Yet there was this guy who was blatantly not very healthy, Couldnt move very fast or far and had a rubbish dead end job. The world looked against him in my eyes but here is the thing. He didnt look miserable. He looked dignified. He looked as if although all his problems content in himself. I didnt know why at the time that out of all the life experiences Ive had this one had such a profound effect on me. Now Ive realised why. Because Ive had it before.
Few years back I went to a nursing home to see a relative. While there I saw this old man in a chair. A pale thin man on his last legs. By his side was a very frail old lady. They were sitting together. She was visiting her husband. It could well have been her last. I was never sure. Yet she did the most amazing thing in the world. As she got up to leave she didnt make a big fuss she just kissed him on the head and told him she would be back tomorrow morning. This doesnt sound like much but this was something that made me feel that my problems in life were minimal to something as large as loosing a loved one who you have spent many years with. Looking back I can see the relevance in that and the more I think about it the more I have realised that actions like these can shape us as humans.
Back onto the train story. Just before he got off I had this need to speak to him. I did not know how though. So i wrote this for him. It reads...



" Dear Man on Train. Why are you so content? Can I have some please? Love Nick

He never recieved my letter. Yet I still think about what his reply would be.
So there we have it. My story of the man on the train who may have possible changed my life.