With my heart pumping in my chest, I leaped unto the train with seconds to spare before the doors closed. I've never done this before. This was my first trip in the New York City underground.
Just moments before, I was struggling at the ticket machine, trying to figure out how to buy the precious document that would take me back home, after spending the day shopping in downtown Manhattan. At the very least, the machine was rather straightforward. This meant a lot to a nervous newbie who could already spot the needed train only a few feet away, but was blocked by gates that required a ticket. A ticket which I was in a hurry to get. After a bit of fumbling, seeing that I was weighed down by my great number of shopping bags, I was successful! I hurriedly proceeded through the ticket gate and jumped onboard.
However, there was another small problem on hand. I knew where I wanted to go but had no clue as to how many stops it took to get there! With this new unfortunate thought, I started scouting the train, in search of a friendly face to aid me. My gaze landed on this gentleman, who appeared to be in his thirties. I smiled, and he acknowledged me with a nod of his head. I then explained my predicament, to which he gave a detailed explanation. I thanked him profusely, my shoulders sagging with the release of tension caused by my short burst of panic.
Four stops later, the gentleman got off the train, but reminded me that the end of my journey was two stops away. I waved as he left, very happy to have been shown a bit of kindness by a total stranger. That act boosted my spirits, leaving me with a positively glowing aura.
Five minutes passed, and the train rolled into my station of departure. I approached the doors as they opened and stepped off, leaving one adventure behind me and happily awaiting the next.