So here I am trodding down the road carrying my bag, my lunch, my gym bag and 4-5 magazines and packages. The area around the post office and the tram stop can be described by some as "scary". In the early hours of a morning you will find working girls and guys who haven't slept, eaten or washed for
Anyway, so I'm walking down the street and there's a girl standing on the side walk ahead of me. The first thing I notice is the STUPID shoes she's wearing. Then I see she's shaking, twitching, fidgeting and looks flustered and upset. Suddenly she tumbles. It was the shoes fault, I swear. They were ridiculous.
At least 10 people walked past her before I approached her, turning their heads, playing on their phone.... Ignoring a person on the ground unable to get up. As I reached the girl I held out my hand and helped her to her feet. She was so thankful and appreciative of my gesture. Her face lit up. I was floored by how much it meant to her that someone held out their hand and acknowledged her existance. It was such a small gesture, yet one that so many passers by decided was beneath them. It didn't take an effort, it didn't make you late, it was free. So why not help?
I think it's a sad sign of our times that helping a stranger is something we have to think twice about. Whether they're a troubled person or not, they deserve respect. You never know what circumstances led the person down that path...
“How shall we learn to know ourselves? By reflection? Never; but only through action. Strive to do thy duty; then you shall know what is in thee.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe