Okay, this morning something really weird happened to me.  I was crippled with pain and at one point, I was unconscious.  Trust me, it’s an odd story, the details of which I won’t recount here.  But, I actually believed I was dying.  I was dying.  What should I do?  I did something so odd – I called my sister and I remember why.  It wasn’t to tell her that I loved her or any of that.  It was to tell her that I was dying, because I thought if she found out from someone else, she’d be upset…  What?  Thankfully, she didn’t answer the phone.  I went through a few more minutes of what felt like death and then, suddenly, it stopped.  I mean, the pain didn’t stop, but everything else did.    So, I had time to call everyone I could think of to ask if I should go to the hospital or what I should do.  (The pain is unfortunately not done, as I sit here, I’m still in a state of pain but it’s not so bad.) Here is a list of people I called that didn’t answer the phone: my Mom, my Grandmother, my other Grandmother, my friend Alicia, my friend Cathy, my friend Andrea.  Then, I stopped and realized that if I wasn’t dead (which I wasn’t) and I was well enough to be calling people (which I was), I should get up and go to work before I was late.  I sent a text to Boy at some point, but I’m not sure when, my brain was pretty messed up and dizzy like crazy.

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“Get out of the way!” he yelled, pushing through the crowd of people.  We made a path for him, though it was difficult as we were all packed together like cattle.  He was rude and obnoxious; he was the train’s engineer and there was a problem.  The train had skidded to an odd kind of halt a few minutes before and no one had a nervous thought because this happens more than it should.  However, when the engineer came on the loud speaker, he sounded nervous (there seems to be a lot of pressure on these people to reach their destination on time).  In any case, he announced that he was experiencing difficulties with the train and we would need to make a path for him to get to the back of the train quickly.

We did the best we could.  We waited patiently, most people conversing about the election.  Then, almost four minutes later, he sped by again at an all-out run.  He nearly knocked over a few people.  And then the train pittered and puttered and reached the next stop.  We all walked out patiently, forming a mob on the platform.  Then, to my surprise, we very orderly waited and filled up the next four trains.  There was no pushing to get on the first train, just a very organized group of people in no particular hurry to get to work this morning.  It was quite nice.  Bravo, people on the train, Bravo!