I usually mind my business, as I’d want to be ignored if crying or in a moment of emotional anguish (we all have our days).
That said, this weekend a friend and I saw a young girl crying on the street alone, late at night (after 2a) in the LES. Turns out she was underage and got ditched by a 22 year old douchebag. She explained she was Muslim and couldn’t return home without the jeans she left the house with (left at said dbag’s apt). My friend (a female) called her an Uber back to Queens and we helped her get her story straight as to what she’d tell her parents as we put her in the car. We made sure the driver would watch her walk inside before pulling off.
The sounds of her sobbing alone in 30° temps made us at least ask if she was ok. After we put her in her car we both felt like we saved a kid. Funnily enough earlier that night we saw an unattended empty stroller on the sidewalk and my friend asked me what I’d do if there was a baby in it. I shrugged and rolled my eyes before deciding that I’d anonymously drop it off at the nearest precinct.
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I usually mind my business, as I’d want to be ignored if crying or in a moment of emotional anguish (we all have our days).
That said, this weekend a friend and I saw a young girl crying on the street alone, late at night (after 2a) in the LES. Turns out she was underage and got ditched by a 22 year old douchebag. She explained she was Muslim and couldn’t return home without the jeans she left the house with (left at said dbag’s apt). My friend (a female) called her an Uber back to Queens and we helped her get her story straight as to what she’d tell her parents as we put her in the car. We made sure the driver would watch her walk inside before pulling off.
The sounds of her sobbing alone in 30° temps made us at least ask if she was ok. After we put her in her car we both felt like we saved a kid. Funnily enough earlier that night we saw an unattended empty stroller on the sidewalk and my friend asked me what I’d do if there was a baby in it. I shrugged and rolled my eyes before deciding that I’d anonymously drop it off at the nearest precinct.