This morning as I was descending the stairs to the subway I heard someone say “Ma’am” behind me. I looked and a man was breathing heavily and holding on to the rail. He reached for my shoulder and told me his heart was beating really fast, that his chest hurt. He was wearing a suit and tie and was holding a piece of paper that looked like a résumé. A police officer happened to be coming down the stairs and I told him that the man needed help. He said, “What’s going on, buddy?” and the man repeated that his heart was beating really fast, that his chest hurt. The police officer said, “Okay” and promptly ran down the stairs into the station. “Let’s sit down for a minute,” I told him, and we sat down on the stairs as people rushed around us. He folded his résumé in half and started to cry. I almost said, “Don’t think about where you need to be right now,” but I thought about how if I were him I probably would’ve hated me a little for saying that.