As I wait for the train at Queensboro Plaza I see a young woman on the platform trying to make herself heard over the noise. I can’t make out what she’s saying, but it’s clear that she’s asking a question and everybody is ignoring her.
I notice that she’s holding a few brightly colored cords in one hand that seem to match the colors of the subway insignias (green for the 4/5/6, yellow for the N/Q/R, red for the 1/2/3, etc.), and assuming she’s asking something MTA-related, I walk up to her.
“What did you say?” I ask, smiling.
“I was asking if you’re ready to let Jesus into your heart,” she responds, smiling back.
I say no, my friendly smile turning apologetic, and she lets out a surprised little laugh as the train pulls into the station.
Giovanni García-Fenech 