I was in the food court on the lower level of Grand Central Station when I noticed two armed police officers trying to wake up an elderly woman who had fallen asleep on a bench. It was apparent that she was homeless. I was upset by the way she was being treated and people were watching the scene unfold. As she stood up, unwillingly, I motioned her over to me, offering her a cup of coffee. We chatted a little as I ordered a cup for her. She said she thought she recognized me from "uptown", meaning Harlem. I replied, "Maybe, but I don't think so." We chatted a bit more, and when I saw that she was okay, we parted. Two hearts were brightened.