Him: I'm hurtin'.
Me: What?
Him: I'm hurting.
Me: Why? What's wrong?
(He kind of tips his head down, and by the look of his lips tightening, I could tell he was starting to cry. He had sunglasses on, so I couldn't see his eyes.)
Him: I was in the Marines and I've buried a lot of friends.
Me: I'm so sorry...are you still in the Marines?
Him: No, I'm out now, but you never really get out.
Me: Thank you for your service.
Him: I'm riding cross country now for all my buddies.
Me: That's pretty amazing.
Him: You keep loving and taking care of your beautiful babies.
Me: I will. Thank you. Good luck.
Him: God bless.
It was really random. Paul said he was a little caught of guard because of how forward he was by just telling us he was hurting. But he also said that my response of "What?" and "Why? What's wrong?" was so immediate and frank that he just let me take it from there. I like talking to strangers, and I love hearing peoples stories. I'm always so curious when I'm people watching and I see people crying or yelling or laughing, but I can't tell what the situation is, I always want to talk to them or try and get close enough to figure it out on my own. Just a couple days ago I pretended like I was looking for my keys in my purse for a really long time near the exit at Target because there was a lady on the phone having a yelling match with her credit card company about why her card wouldn't work and I just wanted to listen.
Anyway, here's the marine, leaving us for his next stop.

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