I walked toward Times Square as a light rain abated. I saw The Naked Cowboy and his new sidekick whom I'll call The Underwear Indian. Use your imagination.
I walked several blocks and crossed a few avenues. A group of people had gathered on a street corner. As I drew closer I saw a young man - probably from Mexico, Honduras, or Guatemala - lying on the pavement beside a toppled bicycle. The man was moaning and convulsing, possibly due to a traumatic head injury.
A security guard from one of the neighboring buildings was standing over the man reaching downward with his right hand. The shaking man was holding onto the guard's index finger. The kindness of the gesture moved me to the edge of tears. Eventually an ambulance arrived.
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