A man sitting next to the empty seat I was attempting to move towards noticed my predicament and gently pushed the guy’s knapsack so that he then became aware of me and let me pass. Having overcome this hurdle, I immediately encountered another one. There was a very large male sitting in such a way that he was taking up three seats, prohibiting me from sitting down, when it appeared he could comfortably fit in two.
Upon finally sitting down next to the man who had assisted me in getting there, I turned to him and thanked him. “Sometimes we need a helping hand”, he replied. “Yes, that is true of life in general”, I said. “Sometimes we do need a helping hand, and I appreciate you lending me yours.” He in turn nodded to me “you’re welcome”.
We rode together silently for several stops. He dashed out the door when he arrived at “Chambers Street”, before I had a chance to thank him again. Yet he left me with this warmhearted feeling about how incredibly kind New Yorkers can be, and a profound sense of gratitude for all the forms a helping hand can take.