I saw a boy on the train tonight. As I got on the train there was chunky vomit on the floor and two boys sitting there, one was obviously upset. If think it’s pretty obvious he was drunk, his friend wasn’t and was looking after him. Just before we were supposed to leave I noticed that the station guards had pulled him off the train and he was crying his heart out. I think he was saying “I just want to go home!” It broke my heart to see him like that, I have no idea what he is like or who he is but I know what it’s like to not be able to do anything but cry. I desperately wanted to get off the train for a moment, hold his hand and tell him that it will be alright, that whatever is happening now will be over soon. As I sat and wondered if the words of a stranger would mean anything to him and if my getting off and possibly missing the train would be more of a worry to the people who were expecting me home than it would be a help to him, the whistle blew and the train left. There isn’t another train for an hour, I hope he’s okay.