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Just In Passing

Yesterday, on my way home, I stopped at a local gas station for fuel.  There was a small silver-colored car at the next pump, passenger side to me,  and the driver, a young man, was pumping gas.

As I waited for my tank to fill, I noticed the passenger in the car: a young woman, at first facing away from me, with her head leaning back against the headrest.

A few minutes later, she turned a little, enough for me to tell that she was crying. I could see her face was flushed, and  tears were streaming down her cheeks.

The young man finished pumping gas, got in the car, and they drove away.

And I wondered: why was she crying?

Had they had an argument?

Had  she been verbally abused?

Was she, as Motor Man later suggested, on her way home from a doctor’s appointment where she’d gotten bad news?

Or perhaps she had just gotten word of a death in the family?

Lost a cherished pet?

I doubt our paths will cross again, so I won’t ever know the cause of her tears. I can only hope it was the “least bad” of all the possibilities.

foggy morning 9-29-2014 9-06-22 AM

” Be kind; we don’t know what battles others are fighting.”   (unknown)

~These Days Of Mine~