i walked off the platform from the train today, into the neighborhood i've just moved to, and i see a man lying on the ground. blood is everywhere and he's trying to move his leg which wouldn't really bend. i can't see his face because he wears a baseball hat and it covers his eyes. but what i do see it that no one stops. no one even notices except the one bloke who throws some change in the man's direction. so i bend down to look at the man's face and there are tears running down his face, but he's not responding to me asking if he's ok. and only then does a crowd form. and another man in a suit calls an ambulance.
now i wonder, did the sequence of events happen this way because no one wants to help initially, but can't resist following the herd when the rubbernecking starts? or do they walk by because they've been so desensitized from the pain of the world and because they feel too much of their own pain to acknowledge the pain of another.
what happened to him and will he be ok?
i can't make other people stop and care, but i can only hope to have the sensibility to care enough to stop each and everytime.
i'm sad lately. for too many reasons. my tongue is still tied. but at least my legs aren't broken.
now i wonder, did the sequence of events happen this way because no one wants to help initially, but can't resist following the herd when the rubbernecking starts? or do they walk by because they've been so desensitized from the pain of the world and because they feel too much of their own pain to acknowledge the pain of another.
what happened to him and will he be ok?
i can't make other people stop and care, but i can only hope to have the sensibility to care enough to stop each and everytime.
i'm sad lately. for too many reasons. my tongue is still tied. but at least my legs aren't broken.
VIEW 10 of 10 COMMENTS
man lying on the ground with blood everywhere and trying to move should be cause for great concern! but for certain parts in London i guess it's not. that's really sad...
But also it's a fear of getting involved. People force themselves to not care about someone, because if they cared, they would have to do one of two things; either A) to go to all the trouble of helping a person out(thus risking being late for whatever, or spending money, or getting robbed). or B) do nothing and then proceed to feel genuinely guilty about it for a long time.
So they take the easy road; they see that nobody else is doing anything about the man's plight, and follow the herd's apathy. They shut it out of their minds and do their best to forget about it.