"Little Things Are Big" (L1), by Jesús Colón
“I was thinking; sometimes one thing happens and changes your life, how you look at things and how you look at yourself.
I remember one particular time. It was ...
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“I was thinking; sometimes one thing happens and changes your life, how you look at things and how you look at yourself.
I remember one particular time. It was ...
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You know, sometimes one thing happens to change our life. How you look at things, how you look at yourself. I remember one particular event. It was when, 1955, '56— a long time ago. Anyway, I'd been working at night. I wrote for the newspaper and, you know, we had deadlines. It was late, after midnight, on the night before Memorial Day. I had to catch a train back to Brooklyn, the West Side IRT.
This lady got onto the subway at 34th Street and Penn Station, a nice-looking white lady in her early 20s. ...
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It was very late at night on the eve of Memorial Day. She came into the subway at the 34th Street Pennsylvania Station. I am still trying to remember how she managed to push herself in with a baby on her right arm, a valise [suitcase] in her left hand and two children, a boy and girl about three and five years old, trailing after her. She was a nice-looking white lady in her early twenties.
At Nevins Street, Brooklyn, we saw her preparing to get off at the next station—Atlantic Avenue—which happened to be the place where I too had to get off. Just as it was a problem for her to get on, it was going to be a problem for her to get off the subway with two small children to be taken care of, a baby on her right arm, and a medium-sized valise in her left hand.
And there I was, also...