Write an essay on this topic A stranger man i saw in the bus
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Answer:
A Stranger On A Train
STRANGER ON A TRAIN
Explanation:
A chance meeting on a railway journey unleashed a chain of events that changed Michelle’s life… and set her firmly on the right track…
The man on the train didn’t look like a guardian angel.
He looked as if he had just blown in from a tropical photo-shoot. He wore a safari jacket, combat pants and desert boots, and had a warm, peculiarly direct Italian gaze. And because he appeared well past sixty and showed no visible signs of madness, I briefly returned his smile when he took the seat opposite mine.
He didn’t speak English and I don’t speak Italian, so we struck up a desultory conversation in fractured French. Cheerfully he told me that as a young man he had been the `black lamb’ of the family, and had given up a job in his father’s business to become a photographer. You could tell from his face that the decision had been the right one. This was a man who smiled more often than he scowled.
“IT’S NOT WORTH MAKING
YOURSELF UNHAPPY ABOUT
THINGS YOU CAN CHANGE”
Then he asked what I did for a living, and why he’d seen me wandering about Ravenna on my own.
`I’m a lawyer’, I said, `over here on a case. I stayed an extra day to look around.’ (I didn’t mention that this was my way of compensating for a string of all-nighters and missed weekends which had left me more than usually frazzled.)
A lawyer, he said, with a thoughtful nod. So you work hard?
I shrugged. Nothing unusual. Most people do.
That was when he did his guardian angel thing.
Lightly, and with no hint of `now listen to an old man’s advice’, he suggested that it isn’t good to work too hard if it doesn’t make you happy. `You’re young,’ he said –
Young? I thought. (I was thirty-six, but felt fifty.)
`- and life is wonderful,’ he went on calmly. `But it goes very quickly. It’s not worth making yourself unhappy about things you can change.’
To my horror, I felt my throat constrict and my eyes fill with tears. Unhappy? I hadn’t said anything about being unhappy.
So why did I want to put back my head and howl?
Mercifully at that point the train pulled into the station, and we shook hands, retrieved luggage, and (in my case) beat a hasty retreat. But as I was hailing a cab, the old man called out that if I ever returned to Ravenna, I should look him up for a cup of coffee. I could find him most weekends in the piazza, at a café, with his friends.
Then my cab moved off, and I never saw him again.
If this had been a film, I would have experienced an epiphany there and then. It’s all so simple! I’d have cried. I’ve been unhappy for years, I see that now! I’m going to chuck in the law and be a writer instead!
But I suppose life is messier than movies. It takes longer, too. Two years passed before I changed my life. Here’s how it happened.