I was working for a news station on Long Island that day. It was chaos...pure chaos. I was given one of our live trucks and sent to a point on the north western most spot on the island where we could get a clear signal transmitted (all bridges and tunnels were closed so there was no way to get the truck into NYC...plus we already had a truck there). The reporter and cameraman were doing reports on the ferry that goes from that spot over to Manhattan. It was being used to transport emergency service personnel and supplies back and forth. Many a heart warming story there for sure...
But as I was sitting in our truck watching the images pouring in from the other stations (that day, NONE of us were competing with each other...it was like one global news team; another first), I was overcome with grief and sadness. I saw som kid...this punk looking teenager with tattoos and piercings from here to eternity. He was walking towards the truck and all I could think was "Oh God, I just don't have the time or strength to deal with these lookie-loos".
The door of the truck was open so he walked right up to where I was sitting inside with the video monitors. I was all ready with the verbal smackdown, when the kid said "Yo...scuse me?" I took a deep breath and said "Yeah?" The kid stared at the horror filled monitors before us and asked "You know where I can go to donate blood?"
I started crying right there. I immediately called our news desk and got the locations of several nearby red cross locations. The kid thanked me , hugged me and walked off.