Everyday, I ride the NYC subway, with a 14 month old, and a stroller, and a bag of stuff like New Yorkers carry with them. And everyday, I wait less than a minute before someone helps me carry the stroller down the stairs. Everyday, someone wants to tell me their story while we bump along in the dark. Everyday, acute anonymity and random humanity collide in the subway. And these are my stories about those moments.