海角大神

Hastily sitting down in the subway car, I stared at my plastic-foam treasure chest 鈥� a free lunch from my residency program. I hadn鈥檛 eaten all day: too many patients. Masks are mandatory on the train, so I couldn鈥檛 open it until I arrived at the Veterans Affairs clinic. The doors opened at the next stop, and a man about my age (mid-30s), leathery-faced and wiry-bearded, stumbled in.聽

He plopped down next to me, and his dazed eyes roved about. His fingers found my boxed lunch almost before his eyes did, and he tightened his grip. I pulled back, and he fixed his eyes upon me.聽

鈥淣o!鈥� I said, and wrested the box away, then trudged to the other end of the car for a seat next to a mother and three children.

A few stops passed before I heard a husky, growling voice talking to itself, then shouting to itself, then shouting at me. By the reflection in the window, I saw the man stand and stagger to my end of the train. He lurched over me and grabbed the box. I held on until he put his hand on my chest, then I let go. He leaned back against the wall of the train. The mother and her children grew very quiet, and I turned toward the window again. It had begun to rain.聽

Immediately I started to make excuses for him and myself: Perhaps he needed it more. I鈥檒l buy something later. If there were a fuss, the train would stop and I鈥檇 be even later.聽

My attention shifted from the rain sliding down the pane to a reflection of a man in his late 60s in a black T-shirt and a pair of jeans with a backpack slung over one shoulder. He slowly and surely walked across the rumbling floor of the train, straight up to the other man, and stood inches away from him.

鈥淣o, pal, that鈥檚 not yours,鈥� the older man said in a no-nonsense voice, plucking the boxed lunch effortlessly off the younger man and reaching back without looking to offer it to me. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e going to get off this train,鈥� he continued.

鈥淚 ain鈥檛 gonna get off this train,鈥� the younger man said. 鈥淵ou gonna fight me?鈥�

The older man shook his head, then extended his hands to rest just above the man鈥檚 shoulders 鈥� he did not touch him 鈥� essentially pinning him to the wall where he stood. There was what seemed like a long pause before the train came to a stop at the next platform. When the doors opened, the older man stepped away, pointed to the door, and said, 鈥淕et out of this train, now.鈥� The would-be thief did as he was told, and the older man stood near the doors until they shut.聽

Then he turned away to return to his seat. I extended my hand as he passed.

鈥淲hat鈥檚 your name?鈥� I asked.

鈥淜evin,鈥� he said, shaking my hand. He had the grip of a good man.

鈥淭hank you, Kevin.鈥� I don鈥檛 know what compelled me to ask his name, but I had to know it. We shouldn鈥檛 be strangers anymore, I thought. Kevin hadn鈥檛 acted as though we were strangers 鈥� just neighbors who hadn鈥檛 been introduced.聽

The accepted thing to do was to make excuses for a wrong, to ignore it, to sit and wait for the police to act after the fact. File a report, perhaps.聽

Kevin鈥檚 intervention was a reaffirmation of municipal manners where 鈥渘eighbor鈥� is also a verb and what one thinks should be done by someone else becomes what one can do oneself. It鈥檚 this kind of 鈥渘eighboring鈥� that keeps communities from declining into anarchy.

Kevin nodded, smiled a little, and continued back to his seat. When his stop came, he passed by me once more. I shook his hand and thanked him again.

At the end of the line, I alighted from the train into the deluge and hustled toward the VA facility. Squatting in one of the bus stop shelters sat a disheveled man. As I walked by, I read his cardboard sign, in all caps: SEEKING HUMAN KINDNESS OR SPARE CHANGE.

I was soaked, I was tired, I was hungry.

Stepping into the shelter, I held out my lunch. 鈥淒o you like Greek food?鈥�