One day when we were in New York we decided to buy a 7day unlimited Metro Card. We thought we’d be real smart and just buy one and both use it, but New York City Transit people were a little smarter than we thought. You can’t use one card twice within a certain amount of time. Oh well, we tried.
One day while getting ready to catch the A train up town we got the fortunate opportunity to meet a very sweet French woman, Rolande, on her way to church as we were on our way to Times Square. I had already gone through the turnstile and handed our card back to Keri, so she could come through, but that was a big NOPE. The digital display read, “This card was just used”. So, Keri had to go back to the ticket machine to get another card. Before she stepped back, Rolande was having a little challenge with feeding her Metro card through the reader, so Keri helped her.
I was on the train side with Rolande as the train was pulling away and Keri was in the process of purchasing her Metro pass. Rolande asked me if that was our train that just took off and I said, “Yes, we just missed it, but it looks like another train will be along here in another 15 minutes”.
In her thick French accent, Rolande, was apologetic and I told her it was no problem for me because my wife had to go back and get another Metro Card and now we had 15 minutes to spend together. She had a big smile on her face and asked me if I knew the woman that helped her with her ticket getting through the turnstile. I said, “Yes, that is Keri, my wife”. Her eyes widened and said, “that woman that helped me was your wife? She has a French accent. Is she French?”.
A little perplexed, I said, “No, she’s not French” and Rolande replied, “Oh my, I guess my ears are hearing what they want to hear. Your wife, Teri is very nice.” I smiled real big and thanked her and clarified that her name was Keri. Then she asked me for my name. I told her my name was Angel and she said, “Oh like,…how do you say?” as she gestured with her arms as if she had wings. I smiled again and said, “Yes, wings, Angel”. “Yes, wings!!!” she replied with a wide smile.
We chatted as we waited for the next train and Keri joined us once she was through the gate. Rolande explained to Keri that she thought she had a French accent. We chuckled and boarded the train when it arrived. We sat apart from each other as space allowed, but when a seat opened up next to Rolande, I told Keri I’d be right back.
I went and sat next to Rolande because I wanted to tell her it was a delight to meet her. So, I went over to her and she smiled as I sat beside her and she proceeded to tell me what an angel I was and she was happy to have met Keri and I. I thanked her and explained that was exactly why I had come over, to tell her the same. We talked briefly about her son living in France and that she was a writer and artist and she loved going uptown to go to her church that she had attended for many years. I told her I was a writer and artist too and she asked what I wrote, so I gave her my Apozitude card and she said, “Oh you write a blog! I would love to check it out” It was a wonderful experience.
As I was about to depart, and rejoin Keri, Rolande leaned into me and said, “I just want you to know that God loves you and you are a blessing”. I smiled and thanked her. What I took from this experience was very uplifting and I thought you might like to know, even though New York is not the city for me, I did have many wonderful experiences while we visited there. I am very grateful for meeting Rolande and I sincerely hope that she does check out this blog and finds that meeting her has had a lasting impression on me.
Thank you Rolande. God loves you too and you are a blessing as well.