Sweet Face

The subway ride into work can be really interesting and wonderful - that is, when I'm not being shoved, stepped on and/or yelled at.

This morning I had a small, sweet moment on the train.

There was a young, black woman with Down Syndrome standing just across from me. She was wearing a pink raincoat, blue jeans, and a Hannah Montana backpack. She was listening to a CD Walkman. Yup, an honest-to-goodness Walkman.

As people boarded the train, she would smile and make eye contact with them. When another black woman boarded, she struck up a conversation with her. Her eyes were wide and bright, like she was talking to a much loved older sister.

As she got off at Spadina station, be-bopping to the music in her headphones, the rest of the riders made way for her to exit.

I wish everyone would be that kind every day to everybody.