…the woman on the 6 train platform at 42nd Street who nudged my knapsack forward yesterday.

The train was jammed tighter than Das Boot. I was the last one to get on. Dozens shuffled impatiently on the platform as they realized they weren’t getting on this one. While the doors hadn’t started to shut, my bag clearly wasn’t going to fit.

Then you came along. Like the Hand of God, you gently nudged my bag forward just as the doors began to close, enabling several hundred people to get to work 20…30…40? seconds sooner. I mumbled an insufficient ‘thank you’ out of the corner of my mouth.

A day later, the event remains stuck in my mind. Was it an act of kindness (help the poor man and his pack arrive at the same destination), or was it self-interest (get this f*&%$#$ train on its way so the next one can pull up)?

Honestly, I don’t know. Either way, thank you.