Subway stories

I have been bursting to tell this story all morning. This is my good deed for the day. Waiting for the G train to leave the station at Court Square in Queens the subway doors closed leaving a mom on the platform and her daughter, probably about 9 or 10, separated from her mom on the train. The train started to pull out of the station. I was shocked they couldn't stop to open the doors, but they didn't. The Train crew sent the girl a message over the PA system to meet her mom at the next station. I saw her start to cry so I went over and it was okay, everything was going to be okay. The little girl blopped sad in the seat next to me. I told her I would get off the train with her and wait so she wouldn't be alone. So we got off the train to wait at the next station. Then a Court Square bound train pulled up on the opposite track and that train's MTA conductor came to us and talked to the girl and took her back to the other station to meet her mom. I waited for the next train. I got on the next train and a couple of stops later the girl and her mom found me and thanked me. As I traveled on toward work I couldn't help feeling little Carolyn come to me and those images I have when I was little and alone and I was filled with tears. I kept saying to little Carolyn that I loved her so much, that I was so proud of her for protecting her special spirit, she was not alone. I hugged her and whispered to her everything would be okay. Even as I write this I go back and do and say these things, and cry a little....