So I'm riding home on the 66 bus and a young man gets on..
Hes clearly drunk, he sits down across from me and is yelling a
bunch of different things. I'm listening to my iPod, so
I'm trying to mind my own business, but something about this
guy intrigues me. So i pause my music and I realize that he is
screaming about how mad he is, and how he hates everything. I get
up and sit next to him and introduce myself. By this point
everyone on the bus is staring at me, so i ask him if he wants to
get off at the next stop. He agrees and we sit down for two hours
talking about his life. His name i Peter, he is 24 and today he
lost 3000 dollars, and got laid off from work. At the end of the
night he pulled out a bottle of pills and told me that he had
planned on ending his life tonight, if it wasn't for me
befriending him. Not only did he let me throw the pills away, we
also exchanged numbers, and we're getting dinner tomorrow
night. And you know what? Sometimes its okay to talk to
strangers, because this stranger is now my best friends.
I saw this on Tumblr and it gave me hope, so I thought I would
share it. ♥