Just recently I was at the lung doctor's for a check up. While waiting, a mentally ill man (who had the mind of a 10 year old) was talking to me. His mom kept telling him to shut up and leave me alone. I told her it was ok he was not bothering me. His mother and grandma were called and he was left alone, so we continued talking. The man was telling me about the death of his father, his toy frog, his dog and how likes to eat chicken fingers. We had a pleasant conversation. I enjoyed our little tete-a-tete. Most of the stuff he told me was pretty sad. Finally my name was called and I had to go see the doctor. I thought about that man all day. My heart was kind of heavy.

As long I have been living, random people tell me about their problems. I don't know what is about me that they have to seek consultation from me. I can't give them advice because I can't sympathize. I can only comfort and be a good listener. I work with children and the elderly. They tell me everything! I mean everything! I don't mind listening at all but the hardest part is not being able to help. I wish I could snap my fingers and redress the world. But all I can do is listen.

This is the longest newspost I ever made