Wednesday, July 2, 2008

A Metro tale...

So Mr Q was leaving work right on time last night....jumps on the Red Line headed to Farragut North...the metro is VERY crowded these days...something about high gas prices, people taking public transit...that kind of thing....

I'm standing because I'm getting off at the next stop and want to be near the door...the car is jammed with people as we pull into Metro Center...people push to get out...people on the platform push to get in...I watch the whole scene and see an 8 year old boy (give or take a year) get on the car and behind him I see an arm trying to enter the train as the automated voice says "Doors Closing!"

This woman's arm is in the door and I hear "Hey! That's my son! I'm not on yet!"...

The doors open quickly - she pulls her arm out, but before she can get her body into the train car - the doors slam shut...with Mom on the platform and her kid on the train...

The woman starts pounding on the door and her little boy is slapping the window moaning "Maaama!! Maaaama!!"

The train pulls slowly away from the platform and a quick thinking woman next to the boy yells to the mother..."We'll get off at the next platform - meet us there!" Meanwhile, the boy continues to slap the window and his moans get louder "Mama! Mama!" and you can tell its all he can do to not start crying...but then he can't hold it back any longer and he starts BAWLING!! "MAMA! I LOST MY MAMA!!" The car is dead silent as this kid's moaning gets louder and louder...

What happened next was a wonderful thing to watch....

SEVERAL complete strangers pulled together to help comfort this kid who didn't have a clue where he was going or how he was going to find his mother again...the woman who had yelled to his mother to meet them at the next stop comforted him saying he'd see her in a couple of minutes, another guy kneeled down to tell him it was going to be OK, and another asked him if he had a cell phone!

Well, this being 2008 I guess its not unusual for an 8 year old to have a cell phone, because the kid pulled one out of his pocket...

As we pulled into Farragut North he was dialing his Mom and got a connection (he must have Verizon - nothing else works down there)...as I started walking off the train I heard him say "Hey, we're at the next stop - meet us here!!"

So apparently all's well that ends well, but Mr Q wanted to share this story because most of the time he only thinks of the people on the Metro as a nuisance and obstacles to move around as he's trying to get somewhere...

But yesterday afternoon a few of those people turned out to be heroes to a little kid...and I thought that was worth sharing.

2 comments:

Holly said...

That is a great story! Thanks for sharing...

Mr. Q said...

Thanks Holly! And I know it's corny, but it really made me feel good about people...