When you're living on the edge, the smallest setback can become a canyon to cross.
A Simple Gesture, A Sigh of Relief
"Excuse me," came a meek, older female, heavily accented voice. "Does this train go to Broadway?"
"Yes," answered a young female voice.
"Does it go to Colorado?"
"Yes, it goes to Colorado first, then DU, then Louisiana - Pearl, then Broadway, then Alameda."
"Oh. I'm not sure. Will there be announcements?"
"It's okay, I ride this train a lot. I'm going all the way downtown, so why don't you sit with me and I'll let you know where to get off."
I didn't turn around, so I have no idea what these two people look like, but over the course of a few stops and unintentional eavesdropping, I learned the woman is from the Middle East. She's just flown into Denver and this is her third train to get to the station where her ride is waiting. The girl's heritage is Italian, but she's third generation American.
In no time at all, a kind girl eased the mind of a nervous traveler, opened up about herself, and helped someone in need. The woman, for a brief time, had a friend to lighten her load.
What a good day.
Strangers turn out to have more in common than cold toes. They got the best Christmas presents ever.