I cried buckets in public once after struggling with bad news, was totally ignored by everyone, but eventually ran into someone who I was acquainted with but usually never said hello to me. This time he said hello. He didn't ask me what's wrong, are you crying, etc., but to me that was enough of a kindness that I've never forgotten it.

Years ago, I spotted a young woman struggling not to cry while sitting alone in the McDonald's on 42nd Street. I honestly did want to say something but her body language emanated, leave me tf alone so I chickened out.

I felt like I was on that show "What Would You Do?" with John Quiñones. I wish I would have said something but I feel like you never know who's going to take it the wrong way.