Learning to Live

In my six years of publishing blog posts every Tuesday, I’ve never had the pleasure of releasing a post on my birthday…until now. But, rather than write one of those stereotypical “33 lessons in 33 years” kinds of posts, I thought it would be more useful to share six short stories and what I learned from them over the past year.

One Man’s Trash
Less than a year ago I was heading back home on the subway at night when a man who appeared to be homeless got on the train. Normally I wouldn’t notice anything (a homeless person in the NYC subway system isn’t exactly a rare sighting), but this man wasn’t acting normally.

As soon as he got on the subway, he began kicking around small bits of trash that were on the floor. Then he got down on his hands and knees and started sweeping any leftover debris under the seats toward one side of the train. No one else was on the train, besides a woman sitting across from me.

I shot her a glance and noticed that she was trying to ignore the commotion despite the concerned look on her face. As the man continued pacing around on the train and kicking around trash, my mind started to race. Was he going to do something to me or to that woman? Was I going to have to defend her?

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