Sigh!
I was coming home a couple of days ago, and this lady stopped me to ask for directions. She was lost in the subway station and seemed very stressed out. So I found out where she was heading and turned out she was going my way. So I told her she could just come with me and I'll show her which bus to take once we get off at our station. She was an older European lady with a cute accent. Waiting for the train, she asked me if I wouldn't mind telling her if I lived in an apartment. I told her I did, she inquired about how much I paid etc. I asked her if she was looking for a place to live... that's when her eyes welled up and she told me pretty much the scenario I've posted up there. Her mother passed away a month ago, so she had flown out to hungary, when she came back, one of her relatives had sold all her stuff, furniture and antiques she said she had been collecting for over 35 years. I was horrified. She seemed very nicely dressed, a long beige leather coat and a leather handbag. By now we had got on the train, it was really sad. I almost teared up while listening to her. There were times when I got paranoid and wondered if she was some way trying to get something out of me, but I think I was wrong. My first reaction had also been to tell her to go to the police, apparently she's been on the streets for two weeks now. None of her friends are willing to help her, she didn't have anywhere to go. She kept wiping away tears, I felt so frustrated. Anyways, once we got off, her bus was ready to leave, she looked at me and said, what do you think I should do? And I told her what I had been telling her all along, I said you need to go to the police. She shook her head, put her hand on my shoulder, said, thank you, you were very kind. And left for her bus.
All along I had wondered if she would try to ask me for money, or something, but once she was gone I realized she wasn't.
I keep remembering when she had said that she had left it all to God to sort things out now, something my mom usually says. It irks me now really. If your relative can do you wrong, why can't you atleast make the effort to have it undone.
Anyways, she's long gone and I've just been thinking about the shyte that happens around us, I had suggested she go to a shelter and she said she would lose whatever she had left, pointing to her handbag.
I just feel so bad, now that I am done with my exam today and have my brain back, that's all I've been thinking about.