A cry for help often goes unheard. But sometimes, it is heard, and just ignored. Once, I was absolutely positive I heard a voice behind my house, yelling in pain for help. I ran to assist, but I could find no one. I didn’t want to leave, because I was unsure whether the call was imagined, or if the person in distress was now unconscious and unable to identify their location.
What would happen if you saw someone fall from a building, and upon arriving at the point of impact, found nothing out of the ordinary? Would you shrug your shoulders, mutter about the “off day” you’re having, and walk away? Would you shake your head, kick yourself for being so stupid, and chalk up imagined visions to experience, vowing never to fall for that trick again? Isn’t t there something wrong with walking away- just giving up -on the trust you put in yourself and your senses?
I, for one, am determined never to be so numb to my gut instinct, my senses, my conscience- that I ignore the possibility of saving someone’s life. And I will never lie down and call it quits on someone…even if they quit first.
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