Went down to lower Manhattan tonight to photograph a “Tribute in Light” commemorating the attack on the World Trade Center on 9/11, and ended up getting asked by a man in a wheelchair with no legs to push him up the street. At first I hesitated and then I realized this was the same man that I had had a verbal altercation with roughly 4 years ago on a city bus.
I decided to give him a push and as I did I talked with him about nothing important, but I began to realize how insanely difficult his day to day life must be. It was a struggle for me to push him in his wheelchair. How on earth does he propel himself in this thing around New York?
We stopped at a deli and he pulled out $5 then asked me to buy him a beer, so I did. He had me put the change in his pocket then I wheeled him to the nearest bus stop and we parted ways. As I walked away I almost immediately began to cry, as I thanked God for giving me a chance to give back to this man whom I had wronged so many years ago. People often think New York is a soulless place, but tonight I had a quintessentially NY moment that reminded me that it is anything but.