You’re not supposed to talk about your random acts of kindness, but to say I was humbled by this experience makes me want to share it.
I was having a really bad day after losing my house keys while running. My carelessness caused self-condemnation that was off the charts, calling myself names like, idiot and schmuck before checking into the Pity City Motel.
Oh yes, my mother, my biggest critic, came back to lead the band while I did a mean solo.
After borrowing the building’s set you have to provide, made copies, including a pricey mailbox key. But before I could fix everything in a neurotic New York minute, I had a doctor’s appointment downtown.
As I get off at Union Square licking my wounds, coming out of the turnstile, a little man with a bandanna wrapped around his face asks if I’d let him in with my Metrocard. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem, but the card I have now, my… you’re old Susannah so you get to ride the train half price card… doesn’t allow it.
I explain this to him, but his huge black eyes, like a sad seal, speak to me.
I could buy him his own card.
I tell him to wait, this man who barely comes up to my waist, while I walk to the machine. After a slight splurge, said to him, “Hold on to this card so you don’t have to pay for another. Just add money to it.”
The MTA charges a dollar for a new one.
The man never takes his eyes off of me, and then starts to cry, I believe because someone took the time to treat him like a fellow human being.
“It’s okay,” I said, “please don’t cry. I’m having a bad day, but it just got better helping you. By helping you, you helped me.”
Here I am out of my mind for losing keys to my home not seeing the grace that I have one. This man, who hadn’t asked for money, just help getting onto a train, more than likely doesn’t, my humility now on her 10th curtain call.
I give the man a Kleenex he gently takes and then, and my friend Ed will kill me for this, convinced I should travel in a Baggie, despite any 6 foot rule, hug him.
We, the teacher and student, then go on our respective way, lesson learned, hearts lifted.
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