Can you help?

It has been just over a month since I moved to London and taking the tube to get anywhere has almost become second nature to me.
Every single day I pass hundreds of people, travel with hundreds of them, and walk past them up and down the escalators and I can't help but wonder (when I am not worried about getting late to work!!!) about their individual stories. People don't talk on the tube, they avoid eye contact too and smiling is simply out of the question.

So, it took some getting used to for a chatterbox like me. But sometimes I get a glimpse of a pair of eyes and I feel like those eyes are crying out for help. For someone to talk to, for someone to listen to their sad stories. Maybe they just lost their job, or they're relationship just ended, or they're going through a rough patch, or they've just lost a dear one or they're lonely. Sometimes those eyes are mine and some times they're someone else's.

And those eyes have just one question.... I can almost hear the words..

"Can you help?"