So, I mentioned in a previous post that (I think) that I took the boys to the city to see their dad. My husband has been working at the World Trade Center site for a month now. They wanted to see where dad was working. Mom did not take in to account what it would take to be in New York City with 2 kids. I have two things to say- 1st it was an adventure- 2nd I’m still a city girl, I got it baby.
Now the point of this post is that kindness comes in many forms, not just the simple ones that we have come to know. My city adventure showed me this first hand.
That’s my little guy with the dino, the other my big guy! (6 and 4) After trekking all over the city we began our journey back to New Jersey where we have been staying at my brothers apartment. This is when our first act of kindness happened. We manage to find our way into the subway from Chinatown. I purchase Metrocards for us, after I swipe the first card I realize that I cannot fit my stroller thru the gate. I send my oldest thru as I try to fold up the stroller. Then what appears to be the leader of some homeless gang sets off the fire alarm to let me and my youngest in his stroller pass thru the special door. Illegal, yes, but yet an act of kindness. He held the door and called me miss. I said thank you and he bowed as we ran to get the subway.
I was hot and sweaty from our city trek, but laughed and felt humbled by the kindness.
After we got off the subway we still needed to catch another subway shuttle to the Port Authority, once again we manage to get up and down the stairs with the stroller. I am amazed at what a big boy my oldest son is turning into right before my eyes. I couldn’t have made it without him. The next act of “kindness” occurred entering the shuttle. Stroller in hand running down the stairs, kids in tow, we see the shuttle. Owen hops into the stroller and we run, just as the doors are about to close a man reaches his arm over and stops it. We try to enter the car, but a woman refuses to move for my stroller. This man gets into her face and begins yelling, “Can’t you see, it’s a stroller! Move, move, move.” She barely steps aside and I squeeze in the car. I try to thank the man, but he is horrified that she wouldn’t move and just kept going on about it. Not exactly kind in the true sense of the word, but he was kind to me and my boys.
Two men held the door and helped me get the stroller out of the shuttle on the platform. I was happy. I made it. Even after my son dropped his stuffed dinosaur from the down escalator on a man eating his lunch at the Port Authority I smiled. Kindness might not always be rainbows and roses, but it happens to us everyday. Even in the most unexpected places.
Everyday Rambling's says
That is the most spectacular experience I have heard in quite some time. We were just there in July and did not have any occurences like that.
Glad you made it there & back in one piece