A homeless man on the train said he needed some change to get some food tonight. Donna sat down on a seat and stared at her feet.

The train doors closed. The man walked down the car, holding a cup in his dried hands. Donna’s eyes moved to the empty seats around her and then, she closed her eyes. She clutched her bag and tried to sleep.

Poor guy, she thought. It seems that there is at least one of them every day. “Excuse me, does this train go to City Hall?” Ross, (a man sitting to her right) asked. She slowly opened her eyes. She looks quite exhausted, he thought. Donna looked at him and said the train will stop at City Hall.

The train doors opened and a woman came in. She held a blue backpack and left it opened. She walked to the end of the train, stopping next to every person. What is she doing? She took something out of her bag and placed the item right next to the person. No smile. No words. No eye contact.

The woman made her way towards Donna and Ross. She put her hand in her bag and pulled out a small paper and a tissue pack. She placed them on the empty seat in front of Donna. Donna stretches her neck to read the little note. Please help, it said. Struggling to pay rent and mother of two young kids. Donna bit her lip and inhaled.