A Subway Story

I work in Manhattan and one day I needed to go into Queens. I got on the train and sat down. The car was fairly crowded. At the next stop, a man stumbled into the car and it seemed like his presence thinned out the crowd quite a bit. He staggered over to where I was sitting and sat down next to me. The remaining people in the car looked kind of shocked that I did not move away. I could tell he had been homeless for quite a while. He started to speak to me in a language that I once spoke but I could no longer understand (oblivion). It seemed like whatever he was trying to tell me was very important to him. After a short while I looked away for a minute. On the wall of the train opposite where we were sitting, there was an advertisement for a sports network. The caption of the ad read: "If it wasn't for sports, who would believe in miracles?" I was once just as lost and homeless as my friend on the train. Really, the miracle is that by grace I was able to find the rooms of Alcoholics Anonymous. Before I left the train I gave my friend a card with the toll free number of AA. Maybe that's what he was asking me about.