I was on the subway today waiting for the train like usual and some random Asian guy just approached me out of nowhere and began talking in his broken English. He's in his 20s and looked fresh off the boat. I was expecting a Christian missionary but turned out that he wanted to practice English with me.
I could barely feel the words he stammered he stuttered quietly in the subway but still I kept the conversation going with the usual fluffs. 3 minutes were all he had before the train arrived and took me away. He disappeared as fast as I could recall.
I couldn't help but feel pity. For myself. I doubt I would have the courage to do the same thing given the same circumstances. He came here 2 months ago, originally from China.
While we spoke, he couldn't looked me in the eyes and it seemed like he just repeated a set of questions and answers to me. I doubt that doing something like this would help his English but still I can't help but wonder about myself.