I’m not a particularly nice person. And certainly not always thoughtful, either.
But I guess leaving New York and living in Jerusalem for two years has ingrained in me a greater sense of respect; at least, respect that transfers from words to actions.
So that’s why I was stunned when an old guy got on the semi-packed train and no one got up to let him sit.
I got up after a few minutes of deliberating (Maybe New York elders don’t expect it? Maybe everyone just fends for themsleves?) and then he did indeed sit down.
On an Egged bus, you’d never see that or have to deliberate.