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They say that New Yorkers are unfriendly. Not time, they aren't. 2017 was my fourth visit to this cultural diverse city and each of those times people had been downright nice to me. Beautiful Newyork… a city of unending broadway plays, street entertainment and tastes street food...yum. I’d got on the Ferry from Manhattan to Staten Island- excited as we splashed past the Statue of Liberty. In Harlem I had ‘Soul Food’ at an eatery. On my 5th day there, I met up with my former colleague and friend from at TimeSquare for dinner. We walked to the 42 Grand Station where he'd taken the Number 5 train and I the Number 7. He'd gone through first and i followers suite but when I swiped my card, it read' Insufficient funds.' Oh no! I was caught between drawing his attention to wait up or just dashing to the machine to refill my card, when this guy swiped his card to let me through. I stared at him till he explained what he'd done. ' Just go through '. I thanked him, thinking that back home in Nigeria no random dude would do that , unless he had a motive. The next day I left Newyork; headed for the station and asked one of the workers there How I could get on a train to Laguardia International Airport and board my flight to Oklahoma? She started to explain then said, I'll just take you. We started to go down the stairs when she pointed out this white guy who was offering to help me with my bags. So we three sub station users went down into the platform and she pointed at which one I was to go on then left. The guy was getting on the train too and he asked, 'Laguadia?' and I'm like yes. So we sit across each other until the train makes a stop at 125th street where I get off. He gets down too and I’m shocked as he helps me with my bag again up the subway steps to the top. There he points to a bus across the road and tells me I ought to be on the other side. I was so grateful for the help and told him that before setting off.I was dragging my box to the other side and then he suddenly shows up again - just in time to help me lift the bags through the rear end of the bus. And then he hands me a white ticket , ' Here's your ticket ' he says. And as I stare at him in surprise, he explains that he has a lot more so it's no bother. I thank him with a smile and the doors closed between us but all through my bus ride to the airport I thought of him and what a selfless act of kindness that was. I'd experienced a lot of niceness during my two week stay: virtual strangers standing in a circle with Google maps trying to help me find my bearings because my iPhone battery ( can you guys improve battery life, please ?) had died and in NYC your phone sticks closer than a bother; not just a friend. An Italian man actually went out of his way to walk me close to the Airbnb I was staying at just to make sure I got there safe and then he gave me his number and asked me to call him if I needed anything under the Sun. A Teenage African American brother and Sister offered to help me with my bags; not normal teenage behavior if you ask me, a Nigerian pharmacist who'd been a Newyorker for decades asked me to pick anything in his shop for free( because I'm Nigerian like him) . I have heard that Newyorkers mind their business and have no time -to borrow a phrase from Lady and The Tramp-,‘ for that palaver .’ A survey I read showed that very few would stop their rushed schedule to help another: tourist, stranger or not. So I have to come to one conclusion: That was God.