This is one of those posts which straddles the line between food and non-food. My original intent was to post this just for fun.
This past week I spent a morning in “The City.”
For those of you who may not know, “The City” refers the New York City or Manhattan.
I am always amused by the hubris of referring to NYC as “The City,” as someone who comes from a city as well. But, it is all part of the charm.
If you can make it here, you can make it any where.🎶🎶
Since I traveled by public transportation, I had a chance to “stop and smell the roses” and enjoy the scenery.
Here are pictures of what I enjoyed.It was a beautiful day and so nice to be able to walk around and enjoy the view.
As I was about to post about my New York experience, my friend, Nechi, sent me a text about her New York experience this week.
While she was in Manhattan, there was a man sitting on the sidewalk along 6th Avenue, collecting money. He was holding up a sign “waiting for a miracle.”
Somehow, Nechi felt compelled to go up to the young man and speak to him.
She looked at the man straight into his eyes and told him, “don’t wait for a miracle, you are the miracle! You woke this morning, you can breathe, you are not in the hospital, you are a capable young man, you are the miracle! ”
The young man held her gaze and said, “you’re right.”
All Nechi could say afterwards was, “I hope I made a change in someone’s life today.”
New York is such a city of contrasts.