It was around 1:30 when i changed the books that were left in the schoolbag the night before, finished the last sip of coffee that went down my throat pumping caffeine up to my brain cells, which immediately got the usual order for sustaining a state of alertness for the next three hours or so!
On the way to the train which is located on 30th Avenue, i saw the same man I've noticed 3 days ago coming out of the train in a torn black athlete pant which was wet and awfully dirty. His top was in similar condition and his legs were barely fastened in the black sandals he wore. They were cut and lose from almost every point as he slowly dragged his feet with them down the stairs. The bystander effect in action again! Everybody's watching but who is willing to do something?
At even a much worst condition I met the man today coming out from the bank which is a few steps away from the train station. He was coming out the door behind the middle aged lady who hold the door for him on the way out. It wasn't hard to tell that this tall reeked man , had absolutely nothing from this dreamworld we the rest live in. The old man walking a few steps ahead of me saw the man in misery and said in a concerned manner that proved his shock:'You shouldn't be in the streets! Somebody ought to call an ambulance!' I turned my head once and what i saw was phenomenally unparalleled with the lines of the reality we most people live under. He didn't say anything, he had no power to even breathe. All he whispered was:' yeah please.'
What the bleep do we know? And let's forget of all the fourth dimension experiments, explanations, demonstrations and whatever money is spent trying to educate people in those fields. Education is good and technology necessary but how can one ignore a man like that? People make their decisions and they may fall off the life's ladder and crash so bad that we the rest are even frightened to think of.
I do not even know if the old man who was an unusual example of a loud bystander actually called an ambulance to come and rush this poor man in. You see I thought i was under time pressure like the most of you, and full of curiosity I disappeared from the scene which haunted my thoughts during the day.
Who the hell cares ? This is the hard but frequent thought we make through out our busy lifestyles.
So many buildings are constructed every day! Why do not you built a place, an asylum or whatever might help people like that old neglected man regain their physical strengths? Just think that all they need food, a shower and a bed to recover from the engorged wounds that cover all their feet and face! If we only provide the first which is the bread they will be able to look more like human beings again.
What kind of careless animals are we?
On the way to the train which is located on 30th Avenue, i saw the same man I've noticed 3 days ago coming out of the train in a torn black athlete pant which was wet and awfully dirty. His top was in similar condition and his legs were barely fastened in the black sandals he wore. They were cut and lose from almost every point as he slowly dragged his feet with them down the stairs. The bystander effect in action again! Everybody's watching but who is willing to do something?
At even a much worst condition I met the man today coming out from the bank which is a few steps away from the train station. He was coming out the door behind the middle aged lady who hold the door for him on the way out. It wasn't hard to tell that this tall reeked man , had absolutely nothing from this dreamworld we the rest live in. The old man walking a few steps ahead of me saw the man in misery and said in a concerned manner that proved his shock:'You shouldn't be in the streets! Somebody ought to call an ambulance!' I turned my head once and what i saw was phenomenally unparalleled with the lines of the reality we most people live under. He didn't say anything, he had no power to even breathe. All he whispered was:' yeah please.'
What the bleep do we know? And let's forget of all the fourth dimension experiments, explanations, demonstrations and whatever money is spent trying to educate people in those fields. Education is good and technology necessary but how can one ignore a man like that? People make their decisions and they may fall off the life's ladder and crash so bad that we the rest are even frightened to think of.
I do not even know if the old man who was an unusual example of a loud bystander actually called an ambulance to come and rush this poor man in. You see I thought i was under time pressure like the most of you, and full of curiosity I disappeared from the scene which haunted my thoughts during the day.
Who the hell cares ? This is the hard but frequent thought we make through out our busy lifestyles.
So many buildings are constructed every day! Why do not you built a place, an asylum or whatever might help people like that old neglected man regain their physical strengths? Just think that all they need food, a shower and a bed to recover from the engorged wounds that cover all their feet and face! If we only provide the first which is the bread they will be able to look more like human beings again.
What kind of careless animals are we?
1 comment:
I like the way you take advantage of your curiosity...this is what I call carefulness and sensitivity... well done!
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