Lost, but found. . . . .
On a recent morning while riding in the NYC subway, a woman approached me. She had a confused look on her face. She pointed to a piece of paper and asked me how to get to Williams Street. We were currently in midtown and heading to downtown. “You are on the wrong train. This is the express train. You need the local train.” I told her.
“Local train?” She questioned.
At that point, I leaned over and began pointing at the subway map that was posted on the wall. I showed her where we were and the next stop that the train was traveling.
“You need to get off this train, pick up the local train and get off at Franklin Street.” I explained.
“Franklin street? I need Williams Street.” She stated.
“I understand, but you need to take the train that is closest to Williams Street. Then you can walk to there.” I explained.
Another onlooker reiterated what I said to the woman. She still looked confused and scared. Finally, I agreed that I would get off at the next stop and take her to the local train so she could make the right connection. As we exited the train and walked to the right place on the platform, I felt sympathy for this woman’s plight. In a few moments, I would leave her and she’d be alone on her journey to find Williams Street. Yes she’d be closer to her final destination, but she wasn’t quite there - yet. After I pointed out the sign and then indicated the right stop, I walked away and said a silent prayer for her well wishes and safety.
I do not believe in coincidences. I know I was supposed to guide this woman to the right train. How does her experience relate to ours? There are times in life when we make choices that put us on the wrong train. There are times in life when we are lost, confused, scared and angry. There are times when the help of a stranger can get us on track again. There are times when we put ourselves back on track. From time to time, we may get lost, but we are always found.