There is something about riding on the T where I feel I have been placed in a cornucopia of diversity. It is on the train where cultures collide, for a split second or longer. Hispanics, Indians, Asians, Italian, black, white, men, women, and children create the colorful mosaic that inhabits those steel, fast shuttles. On the train, everyone has the same goal. They are going somewhere: home, work, school, to go exploring in Boston, to get to the airport, and/or going to a friend’s place. Wherever the destination may be, they are all in transit. Lives intersect. Hospitality is exercised in the act of someone offering a seat to another. Conversations start; lives are shared between strangers who may never in their lives meet again! Where a unique individual is heading to a specific destination, an inanimate object gets filled with life.
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