Friday, February 1, 2008

More random bits of kindness...

Last week, as my train pulled into Penn Station and hundreds of disgruntled and cold commuters got up to sit in offices for the next eight hours, I noticed a lady sound asleep in her seat, leaning agains the window.

Nobody gave her a second look.

They always make an announcement as the train pulls in that we're all to exit as quickly as possible because the train is on the way to Sunnyside to get cleaned-up for the afternoon rush hour.

(I really don't notice those trains looking much cleaner in the afternoon, but apparently, they DO get cleaned.)

Okay, I have some major issues when it comes to sleeping. I am just not good at it, and, most nights, can't do it. However, on my train up to the city in the mornings, I notice many people conked-out like there is no tomorrow. (Men in particular.) I really would I could sleep HALF as well in my bed at night as these people manage to on the New Jersey Transit.

I leaned towards this woman, shook her shoulder gently and said, "Excuse me. We're here..."

(I really didn't know what else to say.)

She jumped-up, startled, and then we all went on our way. (To sit in offices for eight hours.)

On Monday morning, the same lady came-up to me and said, "You woke me up when I was asleep on the train last week...and I just wanted to say thank you. That was so nice of you."

I told her that I would want somebody to do the same for me.

(Even though I will obviously never have that problem, given my track record with sleeping.)

The fact that this woman bothered to thank me almost a week after I woke her up to thank me truly made my day.

A couple of months ago, I lost my job and was comforted by a really nice lady in the elevator who I had never really spoken to before that day. After that, I vowed to be on the lookout for more crying people on elevators so that I could one day recipricate the amazing kindness she showed me.

I will also be on the lookout for more sleeping people on trains. And buses.

Diana Rissetto

You may be right...

I may be crazy
But it just may be a luuuuuuunatic you're looking for-Mr. Joel

I don't deny that I am crazy.

You are supposed to write what you know.

Okay, I have lived a pretty sheltered, happy life and I haven't really known that much. My childhood and family were wonderful. I've only lived in two different states. I haven't travelled much. I didn't even go away to college!

But...I HAVE known what it is like to go through life with incredibly curly sometimes the female leads in my stories also have incredibly curly hair...(one day, I am going to be very very courageous and write about a girl who not only has straight hair, but straight BLOND hair!)

I know what it's like to live in and love New York I set stories in New York City...(one day, I'll set a story in Omaha...maybe even about a girl with straight blond hair who lives in Omaha.)

I know what it's like to lose a parent as a young I have written about that as well, too. (this turns-up a lot in my stories...and maybe one day, I'll write about a family with two 80-year-old parents. And their daughter. Who has blond straight hair. And they all live in Omaha.)

I have only ever known and loved dogs. Maybe this said family will have three cats.

So, I don't really have much of my own experiences to elaborate on and fictionalize and turn into a Pulitzer-winning script or book.

What I DO have...however...

Is the fact that I am crazy.

I don't NEED my own experiences, because I am crazy.

And it is a very comforting thought.

Diana Rissetto