Kristine
F.
New York, NY
August 2, 2004
"One
evening I was riding home from a ballet class when,
as usual, someone came through the car singing. The manner
in which this
singing was presented was a bit on the distasteful
side. A man sitting across from where I was standing asked
his friends in
Spanish, who I later found out were from Puerto Rico,
if they would buy that man’s CD. He then looked at me and
smiled. I smiled,
answered back to him in Spanish, shook my head in agreement,
and before I knew it about 10 of us were chatting away.
Then another group of about 5 kids next to me asked if I
was a dancer,
and I later found out that they had placed a bet on
the assumption. The young man who had guessed correctly was
so happy when I answered. 'Oh, yes!' - I gave him a huge high-five, and all of us cracked
up laughing! The kids asked if I would stand on my
toes, so I did, and the whole car cheered! The man
who I originally spoke with in Spanish joked that I
could make more
money than that other fellow who came through singing!
I smiled, and said, 'Thanks, but that’s definitely
against my rules!
I don’t make money that way!' Very soon the entire
car was
one
large laughing party of people, as if all of us had
been friends for years. I often meet some of the most
wonderful
people on
the subway: people from out of town and New Yorkers
alike. There are many wonderful hearts that pass through
the
tunnels of this
city."