The Strength of a Stranger's Support

Fully exasperated with myself, I lugged my small suitcase and big satchel up a second flight of stairs. Rushing to get to the platform where the local was expected in 9 minutes, I’d decided against waiting for the express back on the platform I’d just ran to, then run from when there was no sign of when it would arrive and time wasn’t on my side.

Not after I’d gone one stop too many on a route I’d taken a million times. Forced to hurriedly get off the train I’d been on, I’d headed full speed across the station, up and down more steps than I cared to count, to catch the one going back in the direction I’d just come from.

Panting, I unzipped to cool off and waited, worried I’d miss the bus I had to catch. Eight minutes later I watched the express pass by on the center rail and felt annoyance at the impatience that had caused me to unnecessarily wear myself out.

A minute later, settled in for the short ride back to where I had to be, I heard the reason the universe wanted me on that train. Looking around, I searched for the source of the intermittent sobbing everyone had started to hear. His back bent forward, I found the curled up teenage boy who couldn’t control the pain overwhelming him.

My heart ached open for him, and I reached my energy out across the empty seats between us to try to silently soothe the sadness causing him to suffer so publicly. Without seeing the face he’d hidden in his lap, I connected and asked Kuan Yin – the Chinese Goddess of Compassion – to fill his heart with her emerald green light and lift out the pain that was rising to the surface, searching for release.

Asking her to stay with him, as I exited the doors that had slid open after the train screeched to the right stop, I hauled ass to get where I needed to be and sensed some relief fill him. Hitting the last flight of stairs I had to deliver myself down, I smiled as an older man walking up the opposite set shouted out for me to wait so he could help.

Appreciating the offer of support, I promised I could handle it, and he replied – “Yep, you’re a strong one!” My mind beamed back – “Yes, yes I am.”

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