When is it
Christmas? How do you know when it is Christmas? Is it just the one day? Could it
be any day?
Two years ago on a winter’s night, I was heading to a party. I hopped on to the E train from Queens, New
York heading to a party in Brooklyn. The train stopped at Seventh Avenue where
I changed for the D train to take me into Brooklyn. I sat on the bench waiting
for the D train to arrive. Looking up
the track, I could see the lights of the approaching train. Out of nowhere, a
man stumbles and falls on to the tracks of the oncoming train. Simultaneously, a
tall, lanky man who was also sitting on the bench with his wife and two
children plunged into action. He jumped on the tracks to rescue the fallen man.
To his dismay the fallen man was double his weight. Another gentleman and I witnessed these series
of events with growing alarm. Now there were two men in danger and the train
was fast approaching. We plunged in to action
- first assisting the tall, slim man to first lift the fallen hefty man to
safety. We then quickly hoisted the
rescuer himself up on the platform. Seconds later the train pulled into the
station. We lifted the man on to the bench. Then we boarded the train on our
way to our private destinations. That day was Christmas.
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