One day, I remember driving around doing errands and such with a few friends. We were looking for Christmas gifts and other non-trivial such things that you do during the holidays. While pulling out of a parking lot of some strip mall like any other, one of my friends said “Hey, look at that girl, she’s crying.” I looked over to notice a red Nissan 300Z, and young girl crying her eyes out. As she whipped out of the parking lot, we all just sat and said at the same time, “I wonder why she’s crying.” We could have formulated stories and such, but we decided right off the bat that she must have been crying because her boyfriend had done something Really stupid.

For some reason, of all the memories that I have, that one seems to stand out quite a bit. I felt bad that she had to go through whatever she may have been going through. I never knew her name, or who she was. But I felt great sympathy.

One of my friends had also remembered a short while back (probably a few months or so) and said to me, “Remember that one girl we saw crying? I hope she’s ok now. Man, I don’t want anything like that to happen to her again.”

A girl we hardly knew, except for her tearing eyes, we had felt incredible sympathy for. You know, sometimes it surprises me just how compassionate people are. Makes me glad to be alive.