Weird Happening

So, I was standing at the bus stop today, waiting for my bus to come, when I really started to think. About all of Saint John's problems, about all of the poverty, all of the babies, with babies, all of the drugs, the crime; sadness. A woman with a pink snow suit was routing through the garbage looking for what I assumed was bottles. An older man, with, oddly enough really nice G-Unit pants picked up a cigarette up off the ground, and lit it right there in front of me.
As I watched my mind remained running a mile a minute. How can I stop this madness? Am I qualified for my field that I am going into? What is going to happen to me in my future? So many question, and there is absolutely nobody to answer them. Except for time. That cruel, cruel, concept.
The pigeons spontaneously scattered above me. The noise grabbing my attention, as a siren would grab an infants. I could no longer handle the thought process racing through my mind. I thought that I would try to distract myself, by listening to my newly adjusted MP3 player. I just put some songs actually worth listening to on there.
I found myself standing there listening to the song, "The Day The Whole World Went Away." by Nine Inch Nails. Logically, this gave me no ease to my problematic thinking, if anything just adding to all the thought that were spinning in my head.
As soon as that song was over, another NIN came on. "Everyday is Exactly the Same." Ironically enough, I felt as though that song was talking to me. It was extremely strange, and I got a surge of emotion, leaving me almost in tears, for no apparent reason what so ever. I just did not understand.
Just then, I saw a women. She looked decent. She was wearing a brown "faux- fur" coat, with a pair of nice jeans, and a purse that almost looked brand new. Underneath it all, her face wore a complete different image. You could tell that she had a hard, tedious life. She was walking from person to person, whomever had a cigarette, asking for one to spare. I watched as everyone denied her. Sadness, rejection; something that I believe that she was used to.
I, not having a cigarette in my mouth, managed to avoid confrontation with this lady, but as I saw her face, and the motions of her two fingers motioning the act of smoking to people I easily knew what she was looking for.
I am not rich, by any means, but I knew that I had an extra that I could live without. I walked up to her, and handed the much needed smoke that she desperately wanted to her possession. Our hands touched, and the most amazing feeling shot through my body like a bolt of lightening. It was almost like one of those HOLY SHIT! GOD IS REAL moments..  With that slight touch of her hand, I could feel her pain, I could see her emotion, I knew what she was doing. I felt nonetheless psychic! This feeling was so strange.
it was then that I realized not to bother with all the pointless questioning, and let time do its own thing. I felt like I knew where I was going, what I was going to be. It was a good feeling. I am going to be ME.