I just got some very upsetting, potentially life-altering news. (That's not the uplifting part, keep reading.) I needed to make some international phone calls, but (long story short) for that I had to go all the way downtown to use Skype at an internet cafe. Since I was too shaken up to even walk to the metro station, I caught a taxi. The driver noticed I was trying to keep from crying and asked what was wrong. I don't normally dump all my worldly problems on taxi drivers, but man was I glad he asked. Taxi drivers and bar tenders: the world's most underpaid psychiatrists.
Then when I made the phone call at the internet cafe, of course everyone around me could hear. As I was leaving, the cashier wished me good luck with everything.
After that, I thought I was calm enough to take the metro back home, but I wasn't. When I stopped to rest somewhere, a stopped taxi driver noticed me (I must have looked like heck) and asked if I'd like to sit in his car or if I needed a ride to the hospital (!). He was even going to take me home for free.
Anyway, he picked up another fare, a young couple who also noticed I looked pretty upset. The lady kindly listened while I explained everything and gave me a valerian tablet, too.
I was just so grateful for everyone who took the time to be kind to me. I live alone and don't know many people locally, so I really had no one to talk things over with. It's always been my personal policy not to just walk past someone who looks like they're in trouble. Sometimes all a person needs is to connect with another human being for a moment. That and you might meet interesting people. I found a stranded foreign tourist that way once.
So that's my happy story for today. Still got problems, but I feel less alone.