A young man sat in his wheelchair next to the bus stop pole, and I stood behind him. We waited together for the bus in silence. I could tell he was a veteran, because he wore his ragged green uniform and beret, and the patched, worn American flag shone like a beacon of pride on his arm. Yet, beyond his initial warrior personality, in his face you could see uncertain eyes that were always darting and a face that seemed vaguely robust but at the same time precarious. Even though we didn't look at each other or speak, our mutual indifference kept the situation balanced. Then in walks the apparent antagonist, a simple random man who walks like a duck straight towards the veteran. Then she patted him on the shoulder and with a plaintive look said, "I'm so sorry." Then comes the moment of epiphany: the veteran looked at him with a disgusted face and walked away. I have always questioned the actions of both the random man and the veteran. Why did the random man approach the veteran and apologize? Why did the veteran look at him with disgust? But then I realized I had to figure it out...