Restoration

A week after 9/11 it was time to go back to work. I worked on Wall Street only a few blocks away from Ground Zero. I was apprehensive about going back. I was also afraid of anyone who looked foreign. When I boarded the train in Brooklyn it was extremely crowded. I stood holding on to a pole, looking at everyone around me fearfully. I had been riding this train since I was 16. This was not the same trIn from my childhood! The train made a sudden jolt and I went flying. At that moment six pairs of arms of various colors reached out for me and prevented me from tumbling to the floor. It made a postive impression on me that the very people I was looking at fearfully saved me. It restored my faith in my fellow man.