Wednesday, August 03, 2011
( 12:08 AM ) teahouse
The other day I went to visit some friends in Brooklyn.
They live pretty far from me - I had to get from the Upper West Side to just a couple of stops from Coney Island.
I got onto the train at Times Square, and a kind middle-aged gentleman very nicely offered me his seat.
I was touched, and gratefully accepted his offer, since my back was really hurting.
A few stops later, I glanced over and noticed that he was still on the train.
Several stops after that, he was still there.
An hour later, we arrived at my friend's stop. Seriously, it was the first time I realized what a trek it was for The Warriors to get from the Bronx to Coney Island without getting killed.
I got off the train at my friend's stop, I noticed that this gentleman also exited.
Wow, I thought. What are the chances that we were going from Midtown Manhattan to exactly the same stop in southern Brooklyn?
Quickly forgetting about him, I walked 6 blocks to my friend's house, then across and through a small, winding road to a quiet, tree-lined block of houses.
As I arrived at my friend's house, I saw, to my astonishment, this same gentleman dragging a trash can to the curb of the house next door!
It was clearly his house. Yes, he was my friend's next door neighbor! He waved at me in recognition.
The moral of the story: be nice to strangers. Because you never know when they'll turn out to be friends of your neighbors, or at the very least, know where you live!#
Wow, that's really bizarre. Honestly, how do these strange things keep happening to you? Is that just what New York is like?
Wow, now THAT is a major cooincidence. In a city of what, 10 million, give or take?
Oh, geez. I was very suspicious already. My first cynical, jaded thought would be: This guy's following me--and not with a good intention in mind. What are the odds? You've got good karma!