In an effort to share NYC with you, on occasion I like to share stories about life here that might be different from where you live. One of the biggest changes in my life when I moved here was going from driving a car everyday to riding a subway everyday. Its also one of my favorite things about living here. So to share with you a bit of the fun and crazy let me share with you a story from a couple months ago. Here goes.
I had one of those days… one of those crazy, chaotic days. You can probably relate. The past 10 days my schedule has been packed with activities, meetings, and travel all while fighting one of the most vicious colds I’ve had in a while, so as you can imagine I’ve been a bit drained. Adding insult to injury, the last two nights have been the worst sleep I’ve had in a long time. So when facing a 7:15 AM (that’s right – AM) mission team meeting this morning, I knew today was going to be…let’s say “special.” Here’s how it went down:
After arriving at the 7:15 meeting (that finally got started at 8:00), I cheerfully did my best to orient our new mission team and then got on my way. I got back to the train only to find hundreds of people milling about with confused looks on their faces. There was some sort of delay. I jumped on my train and stood there while we waited. There were a few announcements about delays and train outrages so I stood there and waited. I watched as people fumbled in and out of the train, complaining and fussing about their crazy commute. I only had to go three stops so I (im)patiently waited while people bumped me around my small spot on the train. We finally got moving and I made it home. I worked for a couple hours before heading out on my next errand.
I jumped on the now calm and quiet 7 train (thats the train line I use most often) and transferred to the R train in Manhattan. I brought along some light reading on spiritual warfare and as I read, the train started to lull me to sleep (remember that whole lack of sleep thing). I wasn’t really asleep but close enough and I watched the stops roll by when suddenly I realized I missed mine. I hopped out of the train and walked to the only staircase at the other end of the platform to get on the train going the other direction. I hopped on and rode to the next stop. It’s not my stop, though. Where did my stop go?? Thinking this train must not be stopping at my stop, I looked around and found the stairs, which are again at the other end of the platform. I walked and walked and finally came up to the street. I decided to grab a taxi because at this point, I was so turned around and not sure what to do if the train wasn’t stopping at my stop. Did I mention it was like 29 degrees that day? I joked with the taxi driver about how I got confused and turned around and it was too cold to figure it out. He gladly drove me to my destination.
While strange and frustrating, I find these moments great reminders of the peace of God that soothes us through chaotic moments. Sometimes they make us laugh, sometimes they make us cry. That day I chose laughter. That, and some coffee!!
For those of you that have never experienced a NYC subway ride, watch this quick video I made a few years ago for a VBS, its not great quality but you will get the picture. Those of you familiar with LIC, will notice you can’t even see my building in the shots… it wasn’t even here yet and you can see the since torn down 5 Points.