Step up to the plate, and don’t strike out.
I had a bad, disturbing incident on the train yesterday. I have to get to the airport, where I work in a bookstore, very early in the morning. While I like the work and the people at work, the journey in the dark hours is stressful. I get through it by preparing myself the night before, and otherwise not thinking about how difficult this part of my day is.
I was sitting peacefully in the train car, having walked a mile in the dark to the station, in rain and wind. I thought the worst part of the trip was over.
A man got on the car, carrying some grocery items in a plastic store bag. He sat next to me, which annoyed me a bit, as there were plenty of seats elsewhere. But I was near the door, in the…
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