Subway Saint and Birthday Parties

Most people go about their mundane morning commute in disconnected sort of way. For those that ride the metro, their blank, vacated stares only reveal the deep sense of foreboding of spending the day trapped in a white, stuffy office and once again being squeezed onto a crowded metro train to go back home, only to arise the next morning and start all over again. But today was a different day, today Emily Carr, a girl who's fashion sense would make Clinton and Stacey proud, became a subway saint, and not only that, she provided a ray of sunshine in the dark obscurity of morning commutes. What, you may ask, did this Emily do? As Dani and Emily hastily tried to board the Metro the gleam of the mechanical doors began to soften as the doors began to shut. Emily, without so much as a thought, threw herself between the doors of the metro, trapping herself with one foot on the cement platform and the other on the dirty metro floor. Seconds went by that seemed like ages, and no one knew what would happen, people stared with mouths open, sitting on the edge of their seats, time itself seemed to have stop. Then, a creak was heard and the subway doors slowly pulled open. Emily, through the gravity of sacrifice, moved the heart of the subway operator to open the doors and let them in. People were full of smiles as we discussed Emily's near-death experience. Though her yellow blazer suffered black markings from the evil subway doors, she became a hero, nay, more than a hero, a saint.

Also, Dani Brinkman and I are celebrating our day of birth. Rejoice with us. Her years are nine and ten, and mine are one and twenty.