Just like any other day, I was ready to get home and crash. I made my way through the crowd to the metro, the music in my ear helping drown out the sounds of rush hour. I weaved through crowd and made my way to the escalators. The cold wind made its way past my coat and scarf, hitting my neck. The cold made it difficult to breathe so all I wanted was to make it to the bottom of the escalator.
I had to come to a halt because of a man that had stopped right before the right escalator.
Any other day, I wouldn’t have even registered this occurrence and moved on but the frustrations of the weekend had been wearing down on me all day. I heard myself let out a frustrated sigh. As I walked around him, I saw a flash of white and on my way down the left escalator, a frustrated and angry thought made its way through the music and into the forefront of my brain.
“What an idiot! I can’t believe he stopped in the middle of the crowd at the head of the stairs to put in his iPod earphones!”
At the bottom of the escalator, as I turned left to head to the train, I saw the flash of white again. He was not holding earphones in his hand.
He was holding a cane.
He had stopped at the top of the escalator to unfold his cane to guide his way through the crowd so he, too, could go home.
In a rush, as I let the unnecessary drama, the fatigue and the insignificant 30-second delay get to me, I made a judgment call.
That judgment call and the image of the cane in his hand haunted me all night.
We’re all rushing to get somewhere.
Let’s not rush through humanity, leaving civilization, consideration and courtesy behind.