Today my son and I took a journey from Brooklyn to the illustrious Manhattan. Our mode of transportation: the good old fashioned New York City subway system.
I strapped him into his stroller and hit the road.
Thankfully, my subway station is handicapped accessible so we were able to use the elevators to travel from the street level to the subway level with my son securely fastened in his stroller.
The trouble arrived when I made it to my destination stop. There was no elevator to speak of, and I was going to have to do the inevitable: carry my son in his stroller up the subway stairs.
“You need help with that, miss?”
“Yes!” I replied instantaneously.
And with that he transported my son up the stairs.
During the course of my journey, several other strangers assisted me with my stroller. And I didn’t even have to solicit their help. They willingly volunteered their services.
And they say New Yorkers are rude and unhelpful!
It just goes to show you. There are some decent people out there, and some of them live in New York City.