I am terribly late this morning, mostly due to my late arrival back home last night. One of the old women who usually sit outside the building spots me in the lobby, accompanied by her caretaker. She is awfully sweet and when she wishes me a Happy (Jewish) New Year I feel guilty that I don’t even know her name. I reciprocate the wishes and head towards the subway station.
Across from me on the train is an unusually tall woman, wearing a black t-shirt, jeans and sneakers, and listening to her iPod. When an elderly lady with a cane boards and sits next to her, the tall woman scoots to the edge of her seat and makes more room for the lady so that she will be more comfortable. Forgoing New York attitude and a little bit of comfort for someone else, the tall woman has reminded me that some of the most important things we do in life can often come in small format.
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