I am a waitress and I see the saddest people come through this hotel restaurant. It is some kind of nightmare day after day seeing these unfortunate souls drift through. I wonder what made them hold on so long? I have a horrible habit of feeling sorry for people, but I think that is because I consider myself good at reading people. And I don’t want to condemn anyone, but honestly I see hopelessness in thier eyes and it breaks my fucking heart.
There’s this one older gentleman that I cannot get out of my head. He’s pretty old, I know his health is an issue, […]