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Stiehm: After a rough year, New York offers the kindness of strangers

By Jamie Stiehm

New York was full of kind strangers two weeks before Christmas, even as the omicron variant was coming to town.

A police officer in the 14th Street subway saw me carrying two travel bags and without a word, swiped me in free with a smile.

The coup de grace came in the elevator in my college friend's apartment building on Riverside Park. We were set to walk across Central Park to the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

I was wearing my best coat, a London leopard print, trying not to look like a country cousin. An elegant woman, Maxine, in the elevator said she had a coat she thought would look good on me.

When we returned hours later, a beautiful coat was hanging on M's doorknob. It fit me perfectly. It was my Christmas coat.

What was in the air? A California friend said, "you radiate good karma." Another said, "restorative kindness."

The unbidden encounters might be just luck. But I don't think so. What struck me was that none made much ado of being generous. They just acted easily, as if it was totally natural to befriend a stranger.

And it did me a world of good. No kidding,

As a journalist in the Capitol press gallery when the mob held Congress under siege on Jan. 6, I carried some scars on my shoulders the rest of the year. New York felt like a drink of cold well water after the Capitol's parched clime. The high spirits of social democracy were at play. This was more like it, America.

The Capitol now feels like an armed camp. Things were bad before Jan. 6, don't get me wrong. But the near-misses of the violent marauders colored the place with party fury, fear and frustration at record levels. The second impeachment trial of former President Donald Trump sapped any bipartisan goodwill left to greet a new president. Sen. Joe Manchin's dramatic betrayal of President Joe Biden's Build Back Better deal was the bitter end.

Without fully knowing it, I carried a case of battle fatigue to New York.

It's no secret that New Yorkers suffered greatly during the pandemic's first wave in 2020. Many were confined indoors in smaller spaces. Street life was all but dead. The city came through it, sailing and shining. The lines into the Met flooded the steps. An Afro-futurist period room, co-curated by another college friend, was the rage. The neighborhood diner was booming, with proof of vaccination required. Cheese blintzes were the order of the day. Earlier, the Broadway church service bonded all kinds and made me teary for the year's losses.

Nobody knows what's next. We're in an age of unpleasant surprises.

What I do know: I was warmed by the kindness of New York. The city's heart of gold may hide under a gruff manner. But it's there.

One more count against Trump: His rude, brash hucksterism was often chalked up to being an iconic New York type. Nah. He's a pariah in New York and hangs out in Florida, where the water's warmer for his type.

New York's humanity was on display in the days before Christmas. I've got the coat to prove it, catching the joy of living.

© 2021, Creators

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