At 18, I had just relocated to NYC on my own, trying to adapt to the fast-paced lifestyle after moving from a small Southern town. It was my first experience using the subway, and I was completely clueless about how to purchase a MetroCard.
As I stood at the only functioning machine, a line of impatient people formed behind me while I struggled to figure it out. The frustration in the air was palpable, with people shouting at me to “Hurry up!” and “What’s wrong with you?” My anxiety grew, and I felt tears welling up, which only made me more flustered.
Then, a man stepped out of the line and told everyone to calm down. He approached me, patiently walked me through the process, and even bought me a 12-ride card. He gave me a reassuring pat on the back and said, “Next time someone yells at you, just yell back, and they’ll leave you alone.” In that moment, I felt a sense of connection and support.
Thanks to his kindness and assistance, I was encouraged to stay in the city and enjoy all the wonderful experiences that followed. © Wiffle_Snuff / Reddit