In regards to the horrible story of this week’s subway-pusher…I love this anecdote by a New York Times commenter about the time she got pushed (accidentally) by the “exiting pack of commuters”. Someone saves her…but was apparently too busy to stop and acknowledge her “thank you”. That really is quintessential New York…

Years ago, at the Jamaica LIRR station, I got shoved by the exiting pack of commuters so that I fell between the train and the platform, jammed up to my waist. Knowing the train constantly shifted back and forth, I was terrified, and frantic to climb out. Some gentleman, without hesitation, leaned down, and pulled me up from under my armpits, dumped me on my bottom, on the platform away from the train door, and continued on his way without even the briefest hesitation. Yes, I had a ripped skirt and bloody knees, but I was otherwise in tact and forever grateful to the stranger who never even heard my “Thank you thank you thank you.” Everyone else, like rats leaving a sinking ship, just continued to push their way OVER and AROUND me, as if I were a pile of garbage. Not even a railroad employee came to ask how I was…