WE ALL HAVE THOSE MOMENTS that stick in our minds for good: brief interactions that sometimes have nothing to do with us, but remind us of who we are and how we should live. This was one of those moments. It was January in Boston. Ice crackled under my feet as I walked to the city bus. The seats were cold, the windows were foggy, and the passengers were freezing and miserable. A teenage girl sat in the last row of seats. She was talking on a cellphone, crying.
“But I don’t understand why,” she cried into the phone. “Baby, please. Come on, don’t do this. . . . Please! I don’t wanna break up!”