Each time
there is another
tragedy people ask
why? Someone knew and did nothing.
That’s why.
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Not on my watch.
Action. It’s what I do.
Me too, action-man, me too.
We shoulda been a duo.
Is it someOne or someMany? How much is really so hidden, even from casual view?
Usually SomeMany, Neil.
There was a case recently where a young man committed suicide on his webcam. Fifteen hundred people logged on to egg him on and to watch. Only one phoned police but they arrived too late. He was already dead.
Your poem, my comment, take more meaning now. I think more than only one was dead, sadly.
It’s social psychology. Most people, when in a group, will behave exactly like a herd of lazy-eyed, cud-chewing sheep or vicious pea-brained chickens.
Yea, I understand. Still, painful to witness. Someone I deeply respect said, “we all do our best as we understand to ‘express love’ into the world”. I understand that too, but oh my, how we sometimes “understand” really puts my willingness to the test! Oh my! Thanks Domino.
There are always people who do nothing. It only takes one person to change the phrase “No one did anything” to “Someone did something.” I wonder where in my life, in the state of the world, am I doing nothing? What about you?
I struggle to do less.
Let someone else step up for a change.
Below are just a few recent stories about people doing nothing:
Well that’s thoroughly disturbing. I once got jumped by two thugs on an empty street at three in the morning. I had $800 dollars cash in my pocket and a $500 camera in my hand. As I reached one side of the street the one guy said, “Hey, you have 5 seconds.” He was big and meaty. The other guy was tall and lanky (the side kick).
I just stared at him. Did he want me to take a picture of him?
“To run,” he added.
I continued to stare at him.
He and his friend approached me and I stepped backwards with every step they took towards me. Somehow they gained and each got on one side. I ducked a few punches, but big Meaty got a solid throw in on my nose from the right side. It was brilliant. A burst of white filled my vision, stars, I actually saw stars like in the cartoons, everything was bright and and wonderful. Then darkness slowly came back, and when the light was gone I took a good blink and looked around. They were still there, standing in front of me now. I had been knocked back a bit and had one hand on the ground to support myself. Uh oh, they kept coming at me and I kept backing up, more quickly than before. I didn’t know what to do I just kept backing up.
When they backed me up almost a full city block a huge tall man came out of nowhere and chased them off. I was in shock.
“Thanks.”
“Two on one. That’s not right,” was all he said. I asked him if my nose was broken and he said maybe (when I got home and looked in the mirror I realized he was just being nice – my nose was shattered and gashed – I had three nostrils that night). I guess he called the cops because they showed up less than a minute later and he ducked out as if to avoid them. I saw him pull away in his cab as the cop started questioning me. He was my angel. He did something. There are good people in this world, too, who do something. I could have been that guy on the street, or that girl who was murdered, but one man decided to do something.
Woa … took the wind out of my lungs on that one!