The year is 1910

A young man was sitting in a train way to Chicago or Detroit to gain money for his family, in his loneliness, the young man wrote a letter for his mother, explaining the reasons behind his sudden departure, also mentioning some savings he had on his rented room above the dry grocery adequate.

Just when he was writing his name, drops of blood poured out of his nose, staining the lower part of the letter. He quickly cleaned his nose with the back of his right hand as he looked at the stained letter.

"Dammit, Dammit." he mumbled as he ripped off the lower part of the letter with the blood stains. He placed the letter inside the envelope and looked around, trying to find someone that looked.... at least approachable.

"Excuse me...ahem. You wouldn't happen to have a postage stamp, do you?" he asked an old man sitting in the row in front of him, the man didn't had any.

He turned to a lady sitting nearby, "Pardon me...uh, perhaps i could impose on you to post a letter. I wouldn't ask a stranger, except that is--" He cut himself off by the sound of the train freeing some smoke as it went through a dark tunnel. Either way, the lady didn't had any.

You were sitting nearby and heard his petitions, would you help him? or would you leave him like that?