Introduction
Thesis: Getting lost in New York.
My husband (John) and I were travelling to Manhattan in August 9, 2012.My husband john was aware that New York is a large state, so when we got close to the New York city line, my husband asked the toll attendant, “is this the way to New York city?” And the toll attendant replied, “yeah, man where you are from "moon"”. So after that we went on our way, my husband took the wrong exit, and we ended up on the bad section. John and I were scared to death, and then while looking for a sign to get out of Harlem we had a flat tire. My husband hit a pot hole. Oh, by the way, we had no GPS. We asked these black guys, Malcolm, Chris, Jay and Emmanuel, who were standing on the street corner on 113 gale street willing to help change the tires.
At first, John was skeptical about the appearance and illusion of those guys. I decided to compose myself and approached the black guys; “hey, could you please help us fix the flat tire?” Chris looked at me as if he had just witnessed an impromptu visit by an angel. Chris seemed to be the leader of the four guys; he looked at me and took a deep, quick look at my husband, and faced the other guys without answering me. Fear dominated the better pat; I began shaking. John looked at me and uttered no word.
After a moment of consultation, Chris looked back at me and said, “Yes, sure mum, sorry for the unexpected accident. My friends and I can help you.” I felt relieved; I began seeing light at the end of the tunnel, to me, and this looked like my lucky charm. We got out of the car, removed the spare wheel and the spanners and gave it out to the guys. It was too chilly; wee hours of the morning were drawing closer and closer. My husband looked at me deep in my eyes and said, “It feels awkward to travel into a foreign place in the night, it is too risky but I know one thing, God is there for us.” I took a deep sigh and replied my husband, “Amen! We are okay dear.” I grabbed him on his back and gave him a warm hug. Chris seemed like a cool and friendly; he asked, “Where do you from?” at the back of my mind, I knew him to be a good person. I replied to his smiling, “Kansas”. Chris comforted us and went on with the wheel repair.
It didn’t take long, and the repair was over, our car was back to normal operation. John went to where the four men were, stood upright and uttered, “thank you very much for your kind support; we couldn’t have managed it without your generous support, and for that I am offering a cup of coffee for each of you”. Chris smiled back and replied, “Its ok sir, thanks for your patience, and we are so sorry for the accident.” John gave each of them a handshake and asked them to get into the car. We drove off into the nearest shopping mall; plenty of businesses were still under operation. We emerged out of the car and entered into one of the coffee shop. Everyone took a seat, immediately; a waitress attended to us.
We ordered for coffee and accompaniments. The place looked exclusive and quite expensive; I took the courage of finding out more information about the place. I looked at Chris asked, “Tell us more about this coffee shop?” Chris turned to his friends smiling, his friends smiled back to him and replied, “I own this shop, and I opened it up three years ago. This is just but one of my business ventures.” I looked at hum gaspingly; I wondered how such a young man could own this kind ofbusiness. We had a lengthy chat with the four guys for about half an hour. We later learned out that, Chris was the son to the New York based billionaire; El Mahmud. “Wow! this must have been a blessed night, we just got assistance by the billionaire’s son!”. We thanked Chris and drove off for the remaining part of the journey. We landed at Manhattan at exact 7am in the morning. We had some lengthy rest at one of the hotels in the region.
