the kindness of strangers

New York Mag was soliciting entries from this city's beautiful people about how their New York existence has once been touched by the unexpected kindness of strangers. My story:

Before I had a permanent address in NY I was crashing at a friend's whilst doing an internship. One crazy day I left my purse in a cab, containing all my valuables including passport, mobile, keys, wallet and diary. I was completely lost without them! I managed to track down my friend that night, who said a stranger left a message for him that he had my purse and I could pick it up the next day. Turns out the cab passenger after me had picked up my purse, rifled through my IDs, and seeing no NY address, rifled through my diary and happened upon my friend's phone number scribbled in a margin. I was able to get my purse back the very next day with everything in it, but how do you thank someone properly who just saved your ass in so many ways?! I gratefully babbled my thanks and quickly ran out. I couldn't look him in the eye, after all, he read my diary! For that stranger, thank you from the bottom of my heart, and I wish you all the good karma in the world. Now whenever someone talks shit about how nasty New Yorkers are, I tell them this story.

I think I've missed blogging.