I don't watch the news. That doesn't mean I'm uninformed. I listen to NPR and feel like I'm fairly well schooled in issues of the day, even if I didn't know who Snooki was for years.
Yesterday, I heard on NPR that a man in his 50s was pushed in front of a subway train in New York and the man died. They were searching for the man who pushed him.
I thought how awful that was. I pictured him falling to the middle of the tracks as the train came speeding in.
Today though, I went to the YMCA to run on the treadmill and they have five televisions spread across the front of the room. One of the televisions had a morning show that showed a picture from a New York newspaper. It showed a man holding onto the platform and scrambling to get up as a train with its beam of light closed in on him. The headline said, "This Man is Going to Die."
I was horrified. The man was looking at the oncoming train and the platform looked strangely empty, as if everyone had backed away in fear. And someone stood there taking a picture of this. Where were the people pulling on the man's arms to help him back to the platform?
This was an awful story when I heard it on the radio, but my stomach just churned upon seeing the picture and the evidence of how horrific it was.
I wish people of the world would be less cruel and more kind.
So I can get this image out of my head, would you share some kind stories?
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