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Would you stop and help accident victims if you saw one on the road? Let's be more compassionate. Read on to hear a personal story.
Would you stop and help accident victims if you saw one on the road? Let’s be more compassionate. Read on to hear a personal story.
The other night, I called my brother at the usual time. I thought he would be back from the office. But, he didn’t pick up. I thought he had got stuck in the traffic; he usually calls back once he gets free, but, that night, he did not, and neither did he drop me a message.
My sister’s instinct said there is something wrong; he never forgets to call back. But instincts are not always reliable.
Next day, I thought I should try to call him again. Just when I took the mobile in my hand to dial him, the phone made a buzz with his name flashing on the screen. A sigh of relief and all my fears disappeared. I picked up and asked him if he was all right. Yes, he was, but he sounded low, upset, worried.
I insisted that he tell me what had upset him his to which he told me that the day before, he witnessed a man in his 30s crying with pain. He bumped into a truck and was bleeding copiously. The bystanders were mercilessly watching him suffer and were clicking his pictures. He was screaming for help in his broken voice. That happened when my brother was on his way to the office. He was in a hurry to reach his office for a meeting. That’s when he saw the victim of the accident crying, begging for help.
My brother, like every other person standing there, initially thought that somebody else would take him to the hospital and started to move toward his destination. But he couldn’t get rid of the guilt of not helping the needy and took the first U-turn and went back to the poor chap’s rescue.
The guy was lucky he got help on time, but there have been many cases in which accident victims were not that lucky and unfortunately ended up succumbing to their injuries. We, humans, have become so insensitive. How could bystanders watch him racked with pain and, instead of helping him, try to capture the moment on their mobiles? How do we not feel a need to help a person in such a traumatic situation?
We always blame the administration, police, political leaders. And why not? They are easy targets. And yes, they would never retaliate. But we are accountable for our actions, a fact that doesn’t have any legal implications but is still disturbing.
Do we ever blame ourselves for the wrong that we do? Do we have any responsibility as citizens, as humans? The fundamental duties are not just there to make the constitution the lengthiest in the world; they are there to be observed by us. Had there been a provision to penalise a person for not helping the victim of any mishap, everyone would have helped the poor fella.
Even the worst of me is not that bad,
Boy, I have in me some humanity left,
One day, when I woke up and saw the mirror,
The brows looked wicked, like a monster,
The soul was numb; the motivation was confined:
It was just me, my and mine,
I opened the window to see the outer world,
Damn! That was a different earth,
Like me, others, too, were self-centered,
We were emotionless to the neighbour, the needy, or the green Mother Earth,
We all are running in the rat race of success,
The spirit is high but the heart still depressed
There is no difference between me and a robot,
I am programmed too, but without a chip and the socket,
The day starts with the preparation and ends with the fulfilled aspirations,
To make things run with the click of a button,
I have over-exhausted my brain with ounces of burden,
I was on the road with my bike,
Heading to the office in a hurried ride,
Saw him screaming out of pain,
He ran into a truck due to low visibility and rain,
His head was bleeding; the ankle was broken too,
Man, I am late for the office, now what to do,
I had slowed down for a little while, but then a thought in my brain gave me a sparky sight,
It was my boss yelling at me, and I was listening to him, avoiding to fight,
I accelerated, thought I would move on,
But he didn’t stop to scream; it was on and on and on,
I took a U-Turn and went to the guy,
He was bleeding profusely, Man! He was about to die,
I took him to the hospital, filled the registration form,
Gave the treatment fees, the hospital was strict with its norms,
I took my bike and rushed to the office,
I knew I was late, but the heart was at peace,
Yes, we all have to reach somewhere, we all are getting late,
But God gives you chances to prove humanity exists and time never waits,
One act of kindness can change the world for good,
We all need a better place, less hostile, and where for the soul, love is the only food.
Please help others. You have duties toward the world, toward mankind. It is valuable that people not lose faith in humanity. It is important to alleviate the pain and suffering people are undergoing. Don’t be apathetic to others’ misery; try to put yourself in their shoes.
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