Beneath the Tracks

It was a cold day in December. But unknown to many, the chaos were boiling beneath the tracks. This day was like any other day, people commuting from the city, from places as far as Albany and New Jersey and Washington DC, but mostly from the five boroughs where most businesses were getting ready for another day, cursing the MTA for them getting to work late and flipping on the news as they get home. Hey, if they were late for work cause of track work, well, that's a part of living in the city. But if they were late 'cause someone decided to end it all that day, you might start to feel a little guilty for the way you were cursing out the MTA and start to gain a little gratitude for what you have. This is where twelve strangers come together and begin a new life—something that happens once in a lifetime**.**