The elevator was out, and a nurse took one end of my suitcase

The elevator was out at the Astoria station and I was staring at a long flight of steps with a suitcase the size of a person. A woman in a nurse's uniform took one end without asking and we carried it up together, quickly, like a rescue. She said, I do this twice a week. At the top she went her way and I went mine. I think about those steps whenever I hear that nobody helps in New York. It is not true. It took forty seconds and a stranger.