In the early morning chaos of a New York City subway station, as commuters anxiously awaited their trains, a man fell unconscious onto the tracks. The crowded platform erupted into shouts of panic, but amidst the confusion, two strangers acted without hesitation.
One of them, Jordan, propelled by pure instinct and a deep sense of humanity, sprang into action. Without a thought for his safety, Jordan leaped onto the tracks. His hands, steady from years of rock climbing, gripped the unconscious man. With the help of another good Samaritan, they hoisted the man back onto the platform, away from the looming danger of an oncoming train.
Jordan was unaware of the peril he faced. The third rail, humming with deadly electricity, lay just inches away. Only later, when bystanders informed him of the risk, the full gravity of his actions sank in. Yet, he remained unshaken. In his words, he felt as though “God’s hands” had guided him, shielding him as he crossed the electrified rail repeatedly in the rescue effort.
As paramedics arrived and took over, Jordan stood quietly at the platform’s edge, waiting for his train as if nothing extraordinary had happened. But something had—Jordan had risked his life, moved by nothing more than a drive to help a fellow human being in need.
Reflecting on his actions, Jordan found himself humbled. He believed he had been used as an instrument of divine intervention that night.
Leave a Comment