i just read this amazing story about a 50-year-old blue-collar NYC guy who saved a 20-year-old film student in NY’s subway lately. seems like Cameron Hollopeter was experiencing some kind of a seizure when he fell into the subway tracks just a few moments before a train was due to arrive. Fortunately for him, Wesley Autrey, a quick-thinking construction worker (guy in yelow jacket), jumped off from the platform and held the student down with him in one of the cracks as the train rumbled over them “with inches to spare”.
the rest (outpouring of praises, rewards and media attention), as they say, is history…
again, wow. it must be the greatest feeling in the world to know that you saved another human being. no i’m not talking about the rewards (they’re just the icing really, and they have their downside too). i’m referring to that unmatched feeling of having done something worthwhile in your life — an unthinking act unvarnished by any motive — an unutterably pure moment that cannot be touched nor altered by anything that happened before and after the event. if all of us can be defined by such moments i’m sure the world would be a better place. NB (picture taken from NYT)