Yesterday, I accidentally deleted the post I was writing about my morning commute. I’m still getting used to the program & learning as I go, with tips from one of my best friends, T.S.
The man pictured below got on the F train, which was abnormally crowded & got worse at each stop. He scouted the car for a seat like an eagle, without luck, of course. At one stop, he spotted a man get up from his seat across the car. “Wait! Excuse me, excuse me!” he said loudly, as he tried to make his way to the prized seat. Another man, one considerably closer quickly sat down. “Aw, man,” he said to no one in particular, sighing with disappointment. A man sitting close to him must have felt bad for him & offered him his seat. “Thank you, thank you, sir” said the first man, genuinely grateful to get a seat. Then he proceeded to make himself comfortable & enjoy his ride.
What I witnessed, a man giving up his seat, for another man no less, is practically unheard of, specially during rush hour. I’ve seen pregnant women ready to pop standing in trains because no one has the courtesy to give up their seats to them. It goes to show that no matter how jaded New York may be, there are still people willing to sacrifice small comforts & those who deeply appreciate those little sacrifices. Maybe that man, who’s obviously a HUGE Mets fas, is on to something wearing wearing that shirt. Sometimes, you “Gotta Believe.”
Feel free to post comments or share common experiences, whether in NYC or elsewhere.