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. . . don't ever try telling me there aren't angels on the T. I know, because I met them . . .
As my wife, my 20-month old son and I headed for the airport to start our vacation in southern France at the end of October, I thought we had everything well in hand. Hope pushed Robbie in the stroller and we each had backpacks full of clothes, diapers and boardbooks. Additionally, I had a carrying pack for Robbie and a small daypack with our airline tickets, Euraill passes, hotel confirmation and so forth. With over three hours to go before our flight, Hope and I were as relaxed as parents of a young child facing a seven-hour flight to a foreign country can be. Robbie, like the little boy he is, started cooing "Choo-Choo, Choo-choo" as soon as he saw the Davis Square subway stop.
The ride to Park Street, where we changed to the Green Line, was uneventful. The subway car was only slightly crowded and Robbie flirted shamelessly with everyone in sight. So far our vacation was off to a good start and I relaxed a bit more. As I followed Hope and Robbie from the train to the elevator, a chorus of voices started shouting behind me. Curious as to what all the fuss could be about, I turned around and a young man stepped out of the subway door holding my daypack. "Is this yours?" he asked. Not only was it my pack, it was the heart of our vacation that the man, someone I'll probably never meet again, returned to me. Our subsequent travels were smooth and enjoyable, thanks in no small part to the honesty and quick thinking of the people on the Red Line that day.
Depending on whom you talk to, the Red Line at Rush Hour is akin to Dante's Inferno, crowded, rude and threatening. Subways as a whole are dirty, dangerous and should only be used by people who don't have access to cars. I suppose, for some people, these sad images might be true, or at least appear to be so.
But don't ever try telling me there aren't angels on the T. I know, because I met them that Friday.