This is one of the most authentic pieces of truth I have read here on Medium.
I palpably felt the tears you held back, I heard the sound of the Hang Drum while picturing the Bohemian image of its player, and I too wanted to jump off that train with you. I also wondered what had I missed as a result of the outcome of YOUR story? What would the impact have been on me and other readers if you had gotten off that train? I do not know the answers to these questions Moe, (may I call you Moe) but what I do know is that I felt what you experienced as if I was there with you. I noted, as well, that the influence and outcome upon you produced a vivid and romanticly written essay.
If I may, I would like to say that what was designed to happen in those moments (if there is such a design)…happened, and you and all of your readers benefitted because of it. What I see and feel in this moment, as I write this response, is a connection to a woman of incredible talent, writing from her authentic heart and offering strangers, like me, the opportunity to grasp what real emotion is and how the experience of that emotion can act as a motivator for new adventures.
Here is a rhetorical question from me to you, offered in gratitude for the short time I spent here reading an aspect of Moe Hayward:
“What would life be like if every event in your life, the good, the bad, or the ugly, turned into the quality essay you wrote here?” Not just the adventures of education and their associated experiences, but the education of the heart through each one of life's experiences.
Bravo Moe, Bravo!!!!!