The first friend I made in NYC was when I stepped out of my uber and couldnât find my lighter. This man saw me clearly struggling (whatâs new.) and wanted to offer me his lighter. He realized he didnât have it, so he said he would go back to his place to get one for us. I ended up finding a match to strike, and I went up to my new apartment for the first time.
Fast forward: His name is Nelson, he is an ex-con, and he has a heart of gold. The other day when I wasnât sure how I was going to afford dinner, he saw me on the bench upset, and he gave me his last three cigarettes.
Nelson. This man who has way less than me. He has way less than anyone in my life currently. He barely knows me and gave me his last three cigarettes.
This is a post about friendship.
