New York City really does have a great police force. Its members are always visible and usually alert. However, like many of us, some have a cell phone stuck on their ear and are not always in touch with the moment. But hey, it’s only Times Square, and judging from the arms and shoulders of our wheelchair-bound friend, he could probably blast his way across the street and through the crowd like a fullback on wheels before our finest friends would even notice. And like so many bound to a wheelchair, he probably wants to be as mobile and unnoticed as everyone else.
To me, he’s one of thousands upon thousands of people who pass through Times Square everyday. God only knows who they are, where they are from, how they got there, or where they are going.
To me, he’s one of thousands upon thousands of people who pass through Times Square everyday. God only knows who they are, where they are from, how they got there, or where they are going.
Like life, they’re just passing through.
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