The respect that makes calamity of so long life..

I got the bus this morning, and it was quite full. A little old lady schooched up and said in the tiniest voice "Would you like to sit here?" I thanked her and sat down. She said something to me, but I couldn't understand. I asked her "Pardon?" She repeated it again but I still couldn't understand, so I smiled politely and felt sad. As I sat there feeling I should talk to her, but not entirely knowing what to say, she was rummaging around in her bag. I thought she had lost something, but she pulled out two caramel eclairs and pressed them into my hand, smiling. I nearly cried. I thanked her profusely, and again sat there wondering what to say to her.

In the end, we didn't speak any more words to each other until I got off the bus at work, and she whispered "Bye". I told her to have a nice day, and to take care, and she smiled.

That was it. I was just thinking how that was one of those experiences that warms your heart but makes you so sad at the same time. And I just wanted to say that although I didn't speak to her, she made my day.

xx