"Your problems are controlled"

So I was on the light rail on my way home from a five hour extremely long, tedious and frustrating class and I was in a surprisingly good mood considering the lack of sleep from last night, the large amounts of work I have to do and the day I had just completed. I sat down next to a boy that started conversation as we were waiting for the train to arrive thinking that he and I would carry on our conversation, instead a man who was sitting on the other side of me started conversation about the book that I had taken out (Biology).
I couldn't quite tell if this man was a drug dealer or had truthfully gotten all of these pain killers from a doctor for an accident he was in seven years ago. Either way he was very interesting to talk to. I could tell he was definitely high on medicine, but he had so many interesting things to say to me. He could instantly "read" my personality and tell a lot about me, which for me was very nice because I am usually the one who can read people and they never really understand that. So we had a good connection. He read my hand for my life line and love line, etc and told me stories of his life, asked me questions and made the thirty-minute trip fly by and very enjoyable. He had me laughing and smiling to the point of a foolish school-girl who doesn't know any better when a boy is just playing his game. It wasn't that he was flirting with me, he was just so real with me and I truly appreciated it.
There was one point in our conversation that he said "You have no problems." I just looked at him and said "Well that's just not true, everyone has problems." He quickly corrected himself by saying, "You're right, but your problems are controlled... am I right?" I just looked at him and said "You know what you are right, you are very right. My problems are controlled." After we talked about AC/DC and The Beatles, our mitzvah's and many other random things, my stop came up. I shook David's hand and told him to feel better soon and have a good night. He was so grateful for meeting me and wished that we could have only met earlier because we would have been a great pair.
I walked off the light rail happier than I have felt in weeks. He was so right, my problems are controlled. I have many of them, but I have them under control. I skipped with joy back to my car and picked some flowers for my apartment as well as grabbed a rock off of the train tracks to put in my fountain. I wanted to have something to remember the day that I was so happy I cried.