How it began

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A couple months ago I was at a train station.

I was sitting on a bench.

I wasn't doing anything really, just observing people. People can seem quite interesting if you don't know them.

I suddenly spotted a man running.

He was heading straight pushing people out of the way. He was in a panic.

He was getting closer and closer to me.

I looked down realizing he would probably trip over my foot if I didn't move it.

What if I don't?

I decide I'm not going to move my foot, hoping the man cares enough to pay attention.

Before I knew it he was on the ground in front of me.

"Sorry." I say quietly.

He shakes his head and looks around trying to understand what just happened.

He makes eye contact with me.

"Why are you in such a rush?" I ask quietly hoping he hears me.

"I'm meeting a friend." The man says calmly.

"At a train station?" I say kind of confused.

"Yeah he's just getting back from a small trip."

I nod my head. "I see."

The man spent the time we talked getting all his things together. He was ready to start running again.

"Have a good day. Sorry for tripping on your foot. I'll pay more attention next time." He says politely.

Who would've thought that lead to here.

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