Man Sits On Same Train Station Bench Every Day – Nobody Expected This Reason

A week passed. Still no sign. On the eighth day, a handwritten note appeared on the bench. Tucked neatly under a clear plastic sleeve, it read: “Thank you for sharing your mornings. I’ve gone home.” It was unsigned. Someone placed a bouquet beneath it. Another added a folded conductor’s schedule from the 1960s. And the tributes kept coming.