Last weekend I took a bus to New York City. As I took the window seat and wore headphones over ears, I almost didn't 1 an elderly man sitting beside me. The elderly man asked me a simple question 2 the bus' s WiFi connection, which turned into a two-hour 3 .
We talked a lot about my dreams, my fears and my life. I 4 more with this stranger on the bus than I have with any friend or family member in months. Maybe it is because I am 5 to let anyone I know close to me. I was 6 that the stranger was not only deeply interested in getting to know me, but also just willing to 7 me to my greatest abilities. Instead of politely 8 his head when I mentioned my major, he told me that my strong liking seemed to be psychology, but not the one I was studying and that he fully understood my 9 for the failure.
This elderly man made me 10 the plans that I had made for my life. He helped me realize that my carefully 11 plan for the next five years of my life wasn't all that good, but actually complex and filled with 12 . Most of all, he helped me 13 the complex rather than stay away from it because of my fear for the unknown.
A few days later, he emailed me, saying, "I think you' re 14 for great things whatever you decide to do." The email, filled with words of encouragement made me realize that life is sometimes 15 but it is going to be okay.