Last week during rush hour, I was racing to catch a bus before it left -- as per usual. In the gate, I noticed a man keeled over on the floor laying his side, jerking about. He was beside a rolling walker, which I assumed to be his. To me, it looked like he'd fallen over and was having a seizure. While it was unclear to me if he was homeless or not, his clothes were a bit tattered. It was a sad scary sight. But what was even more terrifying was that NOT ONE person stopped to help this man.
Five people were in the gate just waiting for the next bus, while the bus I was heading toward was filling up - quickly. I walked over to him to see if he was responsive, but didn't call out to him...
The bus driver came back on the bus, knowing he had to keep to schedule. He called out to a fellow co-worker and let him know that there was a situation in the gate. As we departed, I didn't look back. I said a little prayer for that poor man and a big prayer for those around me who were too afraid to do anything to potentially save a life.
What would you do in that moment? If you were in a position where your life was in danger, would you want to be helped? What would stop you from helping someone who needed your help? What would it look like if we all helped each other out?