that was a close one...I can’t even imagine… On a crowded rush hour F train this morning, a man fell over. He was a lil shaky at first; someone offered him a seat and asked if he was ok. He nodded, and closed his eyes. A few minutes later, we heard “THUNK” and saw that the man had fallen over. Several people came to see if he was ok, but he wasn’t responding. Another person tried to find a pulse. Couldn’t find it, and shrugged. A young woman tried checking for breathing with her pocket mirror. Nothing. The rest of us stood by idly wondering what we should do. I can’t imagine a life ending like that with no one but strangers around. An elderly man commuting alone on the subway. Where was he going? How old was he? Was he ok? I know this is terrible, but when the subway announcer tells us that there is a “sick passenger” I often think that it’s actually an MTA problem, and this was a reason to say that we are running off schedule without taking the blame. But I guess the possibility of ACTUAL sick passengers is more real that I had ever imagined. As I got off the train at that station to try and catch another one to get to work on time, several police officers were on the train attending to the elderly man….and maybe I am just being hopeful, but I could have sworn I saw his eyes flutter open and his arm move as I ascended up the escalator… Whew, that was a close one. | 
