Yesterday, as I walking down the street, I passed numerous people and began to wonder what their stories were. What were their lives like compared to mine? I thought it would be interesting to get inside just a few peoples heads to see what else was out there in the world.

  The first person I noticed was an older woman who looked like she had sadness in her eyes. Just looking at her you wouldn’t haven known that she was actually a betrayed lover. Although you could read the sadness on her face, you couldn’t have possibly just looked at her and know the reason for that sadness. I could oddly see the story clearly. She had once been in love a man. They spent every waking moment together and it felt like the love was mutual. One day she walked in on him and her best friend. Her best friend was man named Mike.

  

The second person I saw was obviously a drunk. The man was already indisposed at 2:00 in the afternoon. I wondered the reasoning behind. I don’t think he woke up one and thought, “ I want to become a drunk”.  Then I saw his story clearly. He had been in the war and shortly after he got home his house caught on fire. He lost his wife and two children and now drinks his life away to, what he thinks, forget his problems.

   

The next person I saw was a choirboy named Elliott. He was rushing around and looked very suspicious. His story was quite unique. Although he was only 17 he was having a secret affair with the pastors wife. No one knew. Not even his best friend Alex.

     The final person was an abusive bully. He was about 12 years old. He beat up everyone in school who even gave him a odd look. No one knew that the reason this boy, Erik, was so aggressive was because of the way he was raised. His father beat him regularly so Erik just figured that was the way of letting out his anger.