grateful

i gave up my seat to a man whom i thought to be elderly, judging by his grey hair. however, he gave it to his wifey, whom i dint notice. she was nicely dolled up. they were probably going for a performance or a nice dinner. before she got off, she reached out to me (i was standing ard) and said- i want to thank you again young lady for giving up your seat. have a great night.

wooooah that was a really nice gesture because i dint expect that kind of gratitude.

i was reading "Experiencing Jesus with Mother Teresa" on the train ride, standing up, leaning my weight against my arm which was holding onto the overhead bar. i had to stop reading because i found myself tearing and i dint know how to make my tears go back into my eyes. i dint want people to stare at me.