
I was 18 and had just moved to NYC by myself, trying to adjust to the lifestyle there (having come from a small town in the South). It was my first time using the train, and I had no idea how to buy a MetroCard.
So I’m standing there at the only working machine, with a line of people behind me, trying to buy a card. I was a little frantic because I knew people were waiting. People in the line started yelling at me to “Hurry up!” I started to get teary-eyed, which made me even more frantic.
At that moment, I didn’t feel so alone. Without his kindness and guidance, I probably wouldn’t have stayed up there and had all the great experiences I did.
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