A man got on the train the other day and he was bolted into one of those head / body frames. And all the questions start running round your head. " What happened ?" " Does it hurt ?" " How does it fix to you ?"
He rested himself stiffly back into the seat and closed his eyes for the whole journey.
To block out the discomfort ? Or to avoid our sideways looks and unspoken questions ? Do we never grow out of the playground attitude to the different ?
I think he was immensely brave. If that was me I would guess the instinct would be to stay home. Or at least have a companion to travel with.