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Indifference kills…

A day or two ago, I started seeing links to a very provocative video that was released detailing a situation whereby a child was not only hit twice by traffic, but that for some time a large number of people ignored the poor child that was struck and moved on about their day. I have two links for this on CBS News and The Sydney Morning Herald (there are more but these two paint a good enough picture). I haven’t been so outraged in a long time. And hopefully this will shed some light for all those friends of mine on why they couldn’t understand why I have to help…

indifference hit and runYears ago, when I was 19, we were leaving Ellum going northbound on 75 and were exiting to hit Cafe Brazil I think…our exit was slowed to a stop, but the highway was full speed.

I was looking out at the cars passing by so fast. Then it happened…I watched a biker get rear-ended and hit again twice by cars that did not stop afterwards, the bike with no driver spun into the middle of the highway, further causing another biker and a couple other cars to crash.

My friends in the car were jamming out pretty loud so when they heard me scream “NO!” they didn’t realize what it was I had seen right away. It wasn’t just that all those people were in trouble. I wasn’t just fear that gripped me. I was soooo angry. Because even after all that…the cars weren’t stopping.

I couldn’t stand it, and jumped out of the car I was in and ran onto the highway to get people…anyone to stop and help. The people in the cars that had crashed were fine, and even their cars were relatively okay…but the bikers, no one would come near them.

The second biker was closest and was in full riding gear, he was able to tell me his name, where he was and which day it was. A doctor stopped his car to block the lane properly and help with him as I then ran to the second biker.

The second biker was barely breathing and he couldn’t talk. His eyes were alert and frantically trying to communicate…it was pure fear…and though and I could tell he was trying to move – he didn’t have the strength to even move a finger. I was afraid to even hold his hand his body was in such bad shape and…slightly twisted.

It took the police 5 minutes to get there because of the traffic jam, and it took the ambulances almost 10. It was Friday night around 12am on northbound 75. I don’t remember much after that, I was horrified. At some point I guess I’d given my contact information to the police and that doctor that helped out there, because the next day he called me and thanked me for the effort. Unfortunately, he also informed me that one of the motorcyclists had passed away at the site of the accident, and the other had passed away overnight in the hospital.

That wasn’t my first tangle with Death. But that was when it became clear to me that I’ll never be able to even feign indifference in these situations. I would never be that guy that just kept driving on.

A year or two later on vacation in New Mexico, while I was blissfully asleep in the passenger seat. The driver of the car I was in fell asleep from exhaustion and drove us off the side of a mountain at 60mph. Your best imagination could not describe what happened to us in that fall. The only thing that didn’t happen was the car didn’t explode…

…It took the busload of people behind us over 30 minutes to get to us from the road. It took over an hour for an ambulance to get there, and almost two hours to get us back to the hospital. The truck had bounced and rolled over 100 yards down. Days later, we were shown pictures of what had happened and what happened to the truck, and pictures of where it had happened. If that bus hadn’t stopped and those people on it not come, the sun and environment would have finished the job for both of us.

It wasn’t just seeing a wreck now that influenced me. As far as I was concerned, I felt, and still feel to this day, that I have a moral obligation to help in any way I can. I don’t expect the same from everyone, but from experience, I sure as hell hope that when something like that happens to me, someone will be around that feels the same way I do.

And for anyone that feels they can’t be bothered to stop and help, I hope there was a lesson in this somewhere.

My .02 for the evening. Hope everyone has a great night.

-Tony



A Tragedy of Caring

So…every once in a while I get the gumption to write a little prose. Sometimes its to a tune in my head, sometimes it’s just to a beat, and sometimes it just is. In this case I was wondering just how acceptable it is to any government to render a nation incapable of feeding it’s people…to ANY degree. I believe firmly that our nation was built on the sentiment of freedom and moral conscience, rather we as a nation now seem to trod ahead under the impression that what we’re doing…is right?

Anyhow without starting up another installment of No More Stupid, I started jotting down the words to the song playing out in my head…

-T

How did we ever evolve here
in a storm of hate of and fear
when all I see around me
is another example to shame me

Where did all the love go
in a mountain of sorrow
When everything we hear
are the cries and screams of those dear

What might you see
that justifies all that we feel?
How are we to know
that the way you take is good?

How did we learn this sadness
And then turns again to madness…
How did we learn to follow
all the shadows of sorrow?

How do we see what’s right
when someone else holds the light
Why do we care that it’s laughter
When crying is all we hear after

Can we please stop the fighting
for nothing but doing the right thing
Can we stop with the acting
Divinity is not in your writing

Must we persist in destroying
where we only need to start employing
Can we please teach to care
instead of grooming to scare?

Can’t you see what you’re forcing
is the man sick of coercing
Cant you hear what your saying
to the man sick of listening

Maybe it’s all out of control
Maybe we should just let it roll
Maybe you’re all that we’re after
or maybe you just what’s gone after.

How do we see what’s right
when someone else holds the light
Why do we care that it’s laughter
When crying is all we hear after