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10-24-06, 05:02 AM
so im not sure how many of you are familiar with Grand Central Terminal, but there is a series of ramps which lead from the main floor by the subway entrance down to the commisary. upon getting my morning bagel before work, i noticed a 90 or so year old women having trouble moving her bag down the ramps, while trying to hold her cane AND the railing. i looked around puzzled, unsure if she was with anyone, but thought that rather than wait, i should help her. i introduced myself and offered to carry her bag for her, which turned out to weigh probably as much as she! so i carried the bag for her, while helping her down the ramp at her speed of .5 mph. once she found a bench at which to wait for her relative, who should have been helping her to begin with, she bade me good day, and the day went on as normal.
untill i got OFF my train at my local station, to find a elderly gent, who said he was 77, who was unable to call a cab home. he had no cell phone and no change, and was virtually stranded. after using my phone to call the local cab service and find that the nearest cab was a good hour away, i offered to drive him home myself. he lived not far from myself in a independant living community with his wife. we chatted all the way about business and life as though old friends, until finally we arrived at his home. he thanked me and tried to force money on me. first a large sum, then as i continually declined, he offered me $5 and said "so that i might, as a friend, cover the cost of gas. i insist.' well, i accepted his $5 and told him that the conversation was reward enough and that should we meet again, i would gladly provide passage again, but for no fee. he smiled and then went on to go see his wife, and i drove home.
all day i have been craving one thing. a tender slice of beef, any type, with mashed potatoes, bread, and green beans as my grandmother used to make before she passes, and to my good fortune, that is what i found waiting for me, still fresh and warm as i arrived home after my 12 hour work day, and 4 hours of commute.
now i cannot say that these two things are related in any way, my deeds and my dinner; there is no proof that they could be. i do know, however, that after today that beef tasted perfect, and those potatoes just as perfected. it felt quite good to eat them too, as i felt accomplishment in my day.
i hope for more such dinners!
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untill i got OFF my train at my local station, to find a elderly gent, who said he was 77, who was unable to call a cab home. he had no cell phone and no change, and was virtually stranded. after using my phone to call the local cab service and find that the nearest cab was a good hour away, i offered to drive him home myself. he lived not far from myself in a independant living community with his wife. we chatted all the way about business and life as though old friends, until finally we arrived at his home. he thanked me and tried to force money on me. first a large sum, then as i continually declined, he offered me $5 and said "so that i might, as a friend, cover the cost of gas. i insist.' well, i accepted his $5 and told him that the conversation was reward enough and that should we meet again, i would gladly provide passage again, but for no fee. he smiled and then went on to go see his wife, and i drove home.
all day i have been craving one thing. a tender slice of beef, any type, with mashed potatoes, bread, and green beans as my grandmother used to make before she passes, and to my good fortune, that is what i found waiting for me, still fresh and warm as i arrived home after my 12 hour work day, and 4 hours of commute.
now i cannot say that these two things are related in any way, my deeds and my dinner; there is no proof that they could be. i do know, however, that after today that beef tasted perfect, and those potatoes just as perfected. it felt quite good to eat them too, as i felt accomplishment in my day.
i hope for more such dinners!
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