Have any of you men ever seen a person in distress, or in a situation that you could have stepped in to assist, and did nothing? For example, the other day I was driving my fire truck and was going to pull out of a parking lot. There was an elderly man starting to cross a busy street, and he was moving at a snail's pace. We all sat there and watched, hoping he made it across, which he did. As I drove off, I felt ashamed of myself. For God's sake I'm driving a fire truck. I could have turned on my emergency lights blocked the road for a few seconds and assisted this person safely across. As a public servant who has sworn to protect the citizens of my city, and a gentleman, I felt real low.
Have any of you ever been in such a situation? Instead of watching, did you act? How can we recognize these things better, and not think after the fact?
There was a man being picked on by a homeless man because of his religious views, they got in a fight. The man was sent to the hospital, while the other was laying there with a broken arm, yelling for help. Yet, i did nothing, just sat there and stared at him, almost laughed. eventually, a woman came and helped him out, but i still feel pretty bad for just staring at him like that, not even a single impulse to move. The feeling i got, was terrible, i found humor in situation like that. I have forgotten what went through my mind, but all i recall myself doing was staring and smirking, just smirking.
About a month ago at same intersection an elderly man in a wheel chair was crossing. A car slowed down to let him cross while the person behind him passed on the right, struck the dude, and killed him. That was the thought I had after the fact.
It's almost as if we think people will judge us if we help. I think if the situation is serious enough I would help no matter what. I ran a half block to a wreck I witnessed to help, kid was drunk that was driving. A lot of times it's the little stuff that I have passed up. I'm going to try and make myself better about recognizing these things and helping.
I remember years ago, in the college town we lived in, there were several resident bums.
One was especially natty and wise looking, tall, with a big beard he was always stroking, wearing some ratty but tweedy professorial looking coat. We called him Wise Bum.
One day, a group of students came upon him on a blustery cold Winter's day, and, according to eyewitnesses, one young, attractive young co-ed approached him.
She greeted him warmly and asked if there was anything she could do to ease his misery, for he must have had some horrible life's tale to tell how he had fallen so low.
His fatherly, deep eyes lit up brightly, and in a surprisingly high voice for his grizzled, wizened facade, exclaimed "Hey....how 'bout some of that pussy?!"
What man in that situation wouldn't say that? That one made me chuckle.
I was kicking myself last week. I sat in a waiting room at JiffyLube with this random lady. The TV was on, and there was some trashy new reporting show on. I just looked at my phone and minded my own business. Later I realized, the manly thing to do would have been to say, "You don't mind if I change the channel do you?" and stand up and change it. That woul dhave protected the lady's ears and been more comfortable.