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MTA Employee Falls On Tracks, Rescued By Mystery Do-Gooders

Tuesday, August 17th, 2010

An MTA architect on his way to work on Friday found himself deeply indebted to four unidentified good Samaritans after they rescued him from the subway tracks. Michael Lodespoto was waiting for the subway after transferring from Atlantic Terminal when he began to feel dizzy. He told Newsday he remembers leaning on a column, and then looking up at at least four people (he thinks they were construction workers) lifting him from the tracks. He said, “I just want to thank them for their courage…and maybe give them a hug.”

Fire Department officials were called to the station shortly after the accident, but couldn’t find anyone who had helped him out. He was taken to Kings County Hospital with a severe head injury. His wife said, “I know how quickly trains come right after the other. They were little angels placed there just to grab him out.” Lodespoto works as an MTA architect, and says he knows what happens to most people who fall on the tracks. “Anything could have happened,” he said. “I’m very fortunate.”

Only in New York…

Sunday, August 24th, 2008

…will you find heavily tattooed outlaw bikers saving kittens.

Rescue Ink

Rescue Ink member Desi Calderon holds a kitten.

New York City is really a small town with big buildings

Saturday, August 2nd, 2008

There’s this idea that New York City is a heartless, impersonal place: stories have spread about how the huge population makes it relatively easy for an individual to get “lost in the shuffle” or for human distress to pass unnoticed. But if you are actually in New York, you see enough to know that there are good people with the capacity for love even in the big city. Last week, I saw three black teenage girls leisurely board the subway, while one held a black and white kitten on her shoulder. They talked among themselves and passed the kitten back and forth while riding and changing trains. I think everybody who saw it smiled.

…And then, a bearded lady boarded the bus…

Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008

The bus route I took to school in the ’80s was used by everyone from ladies in fancy hats and flowered dresses going to church and reading the Bible on the way,  working poor in their uniforms and salesmen in old, plain suits to men with scars on their faces and tattoos on their arms. I saw my first burnt out crack addict one day as he jumped out at the bus, yelled that he had bugs crawling all over him, and  beat on the sides and windows of the bus (which luckily were made of Plexiglas). The driver simply closed the bus doors and sped away. 
One morning, a genuine bearded lady joined the circus on the bus. Naturally I went straight home after school to tell my mother.  She didn’t believe me, and said I must have seen an effeminate man with long wavy hair and a Jesus-type beard. “No Mom,” I answered, “she was pregnant!”
The bearded lady with long, curly, chestnut hair and beard was on the bus the next day too, but then stopped taking the bus as mysteriously as she started.