Just as my commuter train pulled into New York's Penn Station this morning, a man in his 60s or 70s a few rows behind me, traveling with a woman whom I assume was his wife, was simply not coming to. A few people asked if there were a doctor in the car. Soon a young man went up to the couple, and was talking to the man, who came to, but seemed dazed and confused. An emergency medical team was on its way. It looked as though the fellow would be all right.
You always hear about callous New Yorkers, etc. In this case, the passengers were quiet and polite, trying to get out of the way. As for that young doctor, what a tremendous, calming, authoritative manner he had. It was something to behold, watching him do his work on that crowded train.
A salute to that unknown doc, who brought his gifts to a man in need -- and gave the rest of us a glimpse of what medicine looks like on its finest days.