And who says they aren't in New York City?
From the New York Times:
Mr. Autrey was waiting for the downtown local at 137th Street and
Broadway in Manhattan around 12:45 p.m. He was taking his two
daughters, Syshe, 4, and Shuqui, 6, home before work.
Nearby, a man collapsed, his body convulsing. Mr. Autrey and two
women rushed to help, he said. The man, Cameron Hollopeter, 20, managed
to get up, but then stumbled to the platform edge and fell to the
tracks, between the two rails.
The headlights of the No. 1 train appeared. “I had to make a split decision,” Mr. Autrey said.
So he made one, and leapt.
Mr. Autrey lay on Mr. Hollopeter, his heart pounding, pressing him down
in a space roughly a foot deep. The train’s brakes screeched, but it
could not stop in time.
Five cars rolled overhead before the
train stopped, the cars passing inches from his head, smudging his blue
knit cap with grease. Mr. Autrey heard onlookers’ screams. “We’re O.K.
down here,” he yelled, “but I’ve got two daughters up there. Let them
know their father’s O.K.” He heard cries of wonder, and applause.
I don't think I could have done that.
But I know I've loooked into that subway well more than once and wondered if I could fit somewhere if I fell, and had 5 seconds to wedge myself in.
That man deserves a medal.