The Good Samaritan in New York
Today on the street as I was getting my morning cup of coffee, I witnessed an act of goodness.
There was a blind guy with a cane and he was walking through puddles (even though there weren't that many) and running into things and he looked like he almost stumbled into a subway entrance. He practically ran into a coffee cart and people were breezing by him, clearly in a rush to get where they needed to be, not even aknowledging this poor man stumbling through the big bad streets of Manhattan and through the world.
All I could think is that I needed to get across the street as fast as I could to help him so he doesn't fall, get hit by a car, or get trampled underfoot.*
On the other corner where I was walking was another guy in an Armani suit, wearing perfect dark sunglasses, and not a piece of his slicked back dark hair was out of place. This tall, seemingly pretentious man brushed by me in a hurry, clearly on his way to work, New York Times in hand. I was almost knocked off my feet as he whipped past me. My first thought was "what an insensitive asshole ...why are all New Yorkers in *such* a hurry to get to their plush leather chairs and mahogany desks,with no regard for anyone else?"....but...you know what he was in a hurry to do?
Help the blind man on the other corner.
* Yes, "Trampled Underfoot" is a Led Zeppelin song. You guys know me too well :)
There was a blind guy with a cane and he was walking through puddles (even though there weren't that many) and running into things and he looked like he almost stumbled into a subway entrance. He practically ran into a coffee cart and people were breezing by him, clearly in a rush to get where they needed to be, not even aknowledging this poor man stumbling through the big bad streets of Manhattan and through the world.
All I could think is that I needed to get across the street as fast as I could to help him so he doesn't fall, get hit by a car, or get trampled underfoot.*
On the other corner where I was walking was another guy in an Armani suit, wearing perfect dark sunglasses, and not a piece of his slicked back dark hair was out of place. This tall, seemingly pretentious man brushed by me in a hurry, clearly on his way to work, New York Times in hand. I was almost knocked off my feet as he whipped past me. My first thought was "what an insensitive asshole ...why are all New Yorkers in *such* a hurry to get to their plush leather chairs and mahogany desks,with no regard for anyone else?"....but...you know what he was in a hurry to do?
Help the blind man on the other corner.
* Yes, "Trampled Underfoot" is a Led Zeppelin song. You guys know me too well :)