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On May, 4, 2012 I left my home to catch the 4:15 am train towards Brooklyn. I have been doing this same route almost 12 years this coming November 2012. I rode the 6 train down to Brooklyn Bridge. I sat on the first car by the doors of the train where people can change from car to car. The train ride itself was of no event. It was smooth, good, I prayed, chanted OM, listened to a meditation CD on my IPHONE, I ate a Zone Bar, and balanced my check book. The train arrived to Brooklyn Bridge stop. I got out and walked towards the plat form across and made a left to walk upwards towards the middle back of the pending on coming train 4 or 5 towards Atlantic Ave Station. Due to the fact the stairs to get out are towards the back at this time, then off to star bucks for a Cappuccino.
The sign said 4 train in 13 minutes. There was nothing unusual about anything. I seen some people still sitting on the 6 train and wondered why they did not get out, it was the last stop. Usually the conductor gets everyone off. But no conductor and people were just sitting. I lean up against a rail by the steps, and lean my back against the handrails, my right body leaned up against the steal larger bar from floor to ceiling. I observe a man across on the Up Town side of the tracks, homeless, older gentlemen, I think, "poor guy, all these years of mental Illness ( the field I work in) and still this man has no help. So, I see another man, checking me out.... continues
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