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I'll help you only if...

All too often I hear people preach compassion and empathy, but in practice...  It is rare to find.  I have found that once again, humanity disappoints.

I was in my vehicle at a shopping center in South Sacramento when in my rearview mirror I see a man stumbling--fighting to maintain his balance.  He finally just crumbles to the ground and nary a person glances in his direction.  I see a security officer pass him... then a few other vehicles.  No one even stops.  So I immediately get out of my vehicle and walk briskly towards him.  I yell out and ask if he is okay.  He does respond and starts rambling about something--I'm sure whatever is said makes sense to him, but it is incoherent to me.  (I admittedly knew when I saw him in my rearview mirror that he was homeless and probably inebriated and/or may have been mentally ill.)  He did reply and he was able to sit up, confirming that he was conscious--which is what I needed to know.  Had he not been conscious, I would have immediately called emergency personnel.

Not one person stopped.  Not a one.  If the individual had appeared showered or well groomed, would someone have stopped?  Are people so apathetic that they feel no responsibility towards another human being?  Do people only assist when it suits their needs?  If someone doesn't meet specific criteria, does that person's life mean any less?  It angers me.  Really angers me.  It angers me more that neither does it surprise me.

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