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I'd just gotten on the subway, the A train, at Fulton Street in downtown Brooklyn, but then the F pulled in across the platform. That was the better train. I'd been waiting for it and settled for the A so when it rolled in I jumped up to transfer. The doors of the A train were closing, but I thought they'd surely bounce back. Surely other people had the same idea I had. I stuck my arm out and the doors shut on it and kept shutting. No bouncing. The train even jerked forward an inch like it was moving on, with or without my arm. Two men leapt up to pry the doors open. Their response was automatic. When they managed to push the doors back (which they even agreed were unusually determined to hold on to my arm), I got off the train to catch my breath, but I wish I hadn't. I wish I'd stayed on the train to thank them, to get their names, to shake their hands. I want to thank them now and remind everyone who visits this site that humans, even the everyday New York sort, can be kind, even beautiful, heroic.
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