I entered the train, surprised by the heat. Standing by the horribly designed ad that said Be BART smart with an ungrinning female face peering out. It was hot unlike the air in the San Francisco station, almost like the heat had carried on the train from the East Bay.

A woman in a tank top and skirt walked out of the train at Civic Center, dropping a black sweater.

I said to her, “You dropped your…” I paused for a second not sure what it was. She hurriedly turned around and said “my sweater…” She thanked me and got out moving left. As the doors closed, I heard her smiling with her daughter walking right to where the escalators were.

A few years ago, my phone slid out of my bag while taking the bus. I got off without noticing and a man rushed out of the bus. “You forgot this!” he said and handed me my phone.

What would life had been…if I did lose it…