Seeking: Subway Strangers.

Sometimes you wish the internet really did reach everyone. Sometimes it can be used to find strangers, and tell them things. Like this:

You: A young guy who pulled me out of the Herald Square subway tracks when I fainted and fell in 2006. And also all the people who got together on the platform to pull me up. And then stayed with me until more official help arrived. And the woman who started screaming that I was in the tracks -- maybe it was because of you, anonymous woman, that people helped me out.

Me: The young woman in a green shirt who got a really great haircut and then fainted into the subway tracks. Who then quit a job she didn't like, had a family, and found a job she did like.

Thanks, You, for doing what you did. At the time I thought what you did was what anyone would do. Maybe that isn't true. I often forget and take you for granted. Sorry. Thanks. I hope all of you cheat death sometime. It's a gift. (Though I also hope you find true love and win the Powerball.)

(Here's an old essay about what happened.)

Be merry (you could be dead, or in Bellevue),

Katherine