I know probably a lot of people have heard that New Yorkers are very nice people, much more compassionate than people expect from a place where it is easy to pretend you don’t see people who need help and to enjoy the anonymity that being one of 8 million allows. But I want to share two incidents that happened to us this week that illustrate the consideration that New Yorkers often show others, and why New York is kind of a magical place.
On Monday Simon and I went to pick up Micah after work. Work ends at 6:00 and my class is at 6:20 two miles south of his office. It is just one stop on the express train, but the train is really crowded at that time. Because of my poor planning, Simon was getting hungry about that time and his bottle was at home. The three of us barely squeezed onto the train and as soon as the doors closed, Simon started making it known that his belly was empty. Micah gave him his pinky to chew/suck on, but we were nervous about annoying this car full of tired people with our fussy baby. Then a man standing nearby saw our predicament and started singing. I don’t know what song it was, but it was slow like a lullabye and it kept Simon (and the rest of us) happy until our stop.
Then today I had to go out and run some errands. They were close enough that taking the train wasn’t necessary but far enough to be a good walk. Right when I got outside it started to sprinkle. We don’t own an umbrella yet, so I couldn’t have gone back to the apartment to get it and the rain got worse. I put Simon’s hood on him and kept walking. We finished the errands and headed home. Simon seemed to be enjoying the rain and the rain songs I was singing to him, but I was still worried about him being wet for too long. We just had one more block to walk when a lady with an umbrella saw us and decided it was more important for her to walk us the rest of the way home than it was to do whatever it was she was out in the rain doing. It was a little thing, but it certainly brightened my rainy day.