OOPS, it was me.
Well, I was humbled when a little old lady was sitting on the step inside the subway rummaging through her purse. I didn’t think much of it at first, but after refilling my MTA Card proceeding to leave, it was then it hit me something wasn’t quite right.
She was a pretty lady in her late 70s, dressed in cords and a nice sweater beneath a lavender peacoat with a peacock pin on it’s collar. She looked like Spring.
“Ma’am, are you okay?” I gently asked her, noticing how her hands shook. “Did you lose your card?”
She was so discombobulated she couldn’t even answer, so I offered to put her through the turnstile. She dug out a Visa Card and said, “No, no, I’ll just buy a fare from the man in the window.”
“You can only use a credit card in the machine,” I told her. “Have you used the machine before?”
She shook her head no. “Okay, I’ll help you, but I really don’t mind treating you to a ride. God knows, people have done it for me. I’ll bet you left your card at home. I’ll just bet.”
So she finally says okay, when a well dressed man already waiting for the train hollers, “Come on, I’ll treat her.”
Then another man comes up behind us and says, “Oh no, let me.”
I looked at this woman who had the face of a saint and said, “Wow, must be that lavender coat you’re wearing, you have all these knights in shining armor, with Metrocards.”
Then a preppie looking high school boy came bounding down the steps and yelled, “Gram, so glad you’re still here…you forgot your card on the kitchen table.”
You never saw anyone smile so big and sigh so loudly.
The first man said, “Don’t worry, we would have seen her home if you hadn’t come.”
The kid, his hair all mussed scratched his head before kissing his Gramma, who happily ran to make the train.
I was so impressed with humanity at that point, I feel as though I owe it an apology.