Subway Sam’s Helping Hand at Christmas
Subway Sam was getting off the subway in Toronto, Ontario at the Bloor Street station. He saw a group of teens huddled around a young woman. The woman had three children with her. Two of the children were standing behind her while the other child was crying in the stroller. The woman had just finished doing some Christmas shopping. She had a ton of bags with her.
“Please leave the bags alone,” said the woman in tears. “Those are my children’s Christmas gifts.”
“Let’s see what is in them,” said one teen, about to rip the bag open.
“That is enough,” said Subway Sam sternly to the teens. “What if this woman was your mother and what if these children were you when you were younger? How would you feel if someone did that to you and your mother?”
The teen that had the bag in his hand, handed it back to the woman.
“I am so sorry,” said the teen remorsefully. “I would never want that to happen to me or my mother.”
“Why don’t you teens help this young woman out and carry her bags for her?” suggested Subway Sam. “I am sure she would appreciate the help.”
“Yes,” said the woman. “I really could use the help. Thank you kind sir.”
“My name is Subway Sam,” said Subway Sam, picking up one of the shopping bags the woman was trying to carry.
“My name is Mrs. Thompson,” said the woman. “It is nice to meet you. I have read a lot about you and how you help people in need on the subway.”
“So you’re Subway Sam,” said the teen that was going to rip Mrs. Thompson’s bag open. “My name is George. I have heard a lot about you as well. You are the famous subway hero.”
“I don’t know that I am a hero,” said Subway Sam as Mrs. Thompson, her children and the group of teens walked down the street. “I just help people when I can.”
“You are a hero,” said Mrs. Thompson. “And a very modest one at that. Thank you very much for helping me and my children out. George, thank you and your friends for helping us as well.”
“Merry Christmas,” said George, handing Mrs. Thompson the bag he was carrying once they reached her house.
“Merry Christmas to all of you,” said Mrs. Thompson, wiping tears from her eyes. “It is good to know that there is still some good left in this world.”