In that hinge-second, you get to decide who you are: the person who steps over, or the one who steps in.
Carol is here because a biker in a leather vest chose the second one. If this reaches you at the right time, I hope you will, too.
I Shouted “Help!” In The Crowded 214 Station, Everyone Looked At Their Phones And Walked Away; Just As My Wife’s Heartbeat Stopped — Until A Biker Knelt Down, Shouted “Get Out Of The Way!”, Counted The Chest Compressions, Pressed “CLEAR!”, And Gave Me Back My Partner Of 43 Years
