There was an old man in the subway station today. He had a heavy bag in hand and was wearing a khaki sweater with a green jacket and sneakers. He was hunched over and waiting for the elevator up to the next platform. His curved back makes it impossible for him to straighten up so that unless he cranes his neck, he stares permanently at the ground. He stood and waited patiently and while I waited for my train, my heart broke watching him. He seemed so alone and isolated and I was sad: for the countless others like him in New York - elderly, alone and being passed by every day by the millions of people too busy to care.
Verdict: Hate New York Today
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