the train stopped and a while later, a well dressed lady come into the car and say: Does anyone have sugar or juice? I find it interesting
that people are actually responding to her because it's very untypical of NY that people are talking to this kind of act in the NYC subway
I then heard, there is a person who is suffering from diabetic seizure, I think okay. But that lady's face display horror. I hesitate for
another minutes or 2 and decided to go to the next car and see what happen.
I saw about 5 police surround a boy who is about 11 years old, on the floor and puked all over himself. The boy looks European and with his
anxious mother next to him trying to make him stay conscious. I immediately wanted to cry. I step away from the train and move closer the
wall on the platform and said a prayer for him. I haven't pray that HARD and that sincerely even for myself for a long time.
That lady was asking for the sugar or juicy appears to be a good Samaritan who walk down each car and ask for these items. She later came\
back with a cup of juicy in her hand for the boy. And I heard the mother tell the boy to open his mouth and drink. At this point, the cops
started telling people this is no a show, GET OFF the train and tell the entire train of people to get off. Most people left and I stay
to make sure the boy isn't dead. I was sitting down on a bench nearby and watching the cops telling incoming people not to get on the 1
train. I pray to God to save this boy's life and I really don't want to see this boy got pushed out on a cart with a white cloth covering
his face. That would really sadden my day.
I started thinking this boy and his mother doesn't know about True Jesus Church and what if he died? I shed tear as I sit on the bench and
watching and waiting for the paramedic to show up.
I saw a female cop shook her head and I really don't want to know that it means he is dead. Then I saw the paramedic came with some firemen
They took the boy out with him in a sitting position on a chair-on-wheel thingy.
I saw the mother with him but not the good Samaritan lady. I hesitated whether I should follow out with them and watch what happen or not.
I decided to follow them out and as soon as they got out of the subway station, they put the boy in a ambulance. I don't know what happened
to him anymore. I was thinking, if he dies, I probably will see him on tomorrow's news. I really don't want him to die.
As I take my step and move toward Lincoln Center direction, I see the people on the street with smiles and having conversations with each
other, it's business as usually on the street. I feel I was so authentic as I watch this entire incident unfold. I......don't know what else