taking No. 5 train downtown to my favorite spot on Wednesday afternoon

a woman gets on at 42 Street and makes a long speech asking for support and financial help

finishing, she begins to walk from one end of the car to the other, hoping someone will donate

a crowded car; she brushes past me; I manage to step aside

“Sorry, Sir,” she says politely

“That’s okay, No problem,” I answer firmly but softly, wanting to be as polite as I can

“God bless you,” she said

It’s moments like this that make life beautiful and momentarily obviate doubt and cynicism

— posted by Roger W. Smith

   February 9, 2022