So we were sitting in Zabar’s, eating our bagels and engaging in that quintessential New York sport, people-watching.
We noticed an elderly man at the opposite side of a crosswalk, his face downcast and looking more than a bit timid. He stopped a stranger approaching him from the intersection and we assumed he would proceed to engage him in some crazy talk.
But he did not. He needed help getting across the street. And the stranger obliged, allowing the old man to take his arm as he slowly wobbled his way to our side of the traffic light.
I feel like this city takes a lot of hits for being so crowded… more than 8 million people. But in reality, isn’t that a plus? The opportunity to have the capacity for so much kindness floating around a few square miles is really quite extraordinary.
Forgive the shameless Jule Styne/Bob Merrill reference, but people who need people are indeed incredibly lucky. Take time to appreciate the people in your life, whether you live in a thriving metropolis or a tiny hamlet. It may be the last time you get to show someone a little love.