I was watching this television show called "What Would You Do?" and it was a reality television show where they set up hidden cameras, and make a scene occur with actors and to see how the general public reacts. They don't do it just one time either, they'll do it again and again with different type of people as the actors to see if age/race/gender have anything to do with the reactions.
Some of them I thought to myself I would never be brave enough or think to step in and say something to stand up for the people, and some I was so emotionally distraught that I was bawling.
It made me wonder though, where the fine line of being a busybody and doing the right thing would cross each other.
One episode was a woman pulling her car on the side of the road and screaming at her kids to get out and to walk home because she was sick of them fighting and screaming in the car. People would rush over and tell her she can't do that to the kids and it was abuse and she should be ashamed of herself. The people literally made a barrier between the children and the mother. However, when the car was nicer, and the mother was dressed expensively the people still stopped to say something, but 10-20 feet away, not up in her face.
Then one that made me so emotionally upset was when an old woman was at the pharmacy counter and she was told her medication that she needed to survive was $140. She kept telling the pharmacist that there must be a mistake, that she only has $20 for her copay, that she's at the end of her social security that month and can't afford that. He tells her the insurance doesn't cover the medication anymore. Almost everyone stops and helps the woman out, even if it's just giving her $5 - however when it's a young woman who says she just lost her job, people aren't as courteous.
The one that made me think about how I wouldn't do anything was where they had a white woman, a black guy, and a white guy all trying to steal a bike by cutting the chains. I think by walking by if I saw somebody trying to break a chain to the bike in a park, I'd assume it was their bike and that they lost their key. I wouldn't automatically assume they were stealing it - so I'd be one of those people looking as they walk by.
I don't think I'd have the courage to tell somebody that they can't treat their kid that way - my mom LITERALLY did that to me and my brother before - she'd make it seem like we'd have to get out of the car, and we'd get so scared we'd stop what we were doing.
There was another episode where they had a woman, a black and white teenager, a threatening looking male, and a business man insulting a grocery bagger with down syndrome that he was retarded and shouldn't be working here. I most certainly would have said something.
It seems like the only time people say anything is when it emotionally reflects on them. I was offended because I work in retail, and I don't think you should treat somebody like that. I cried with the medication episode because my mom also struggles to buy her medication that she needs to survive, etc.
Are there any situations where you took it upon yourself to do something for somebody in need?
I'll spoiler mine so I don't make this post any longer than it already is.
My first job was at Subway, and there was this guy with cerebral palsy - where in a nut shell is where you can't use your motor functions well. You struggle walking, and talking, but you're fine upstairs in the brain department, you're not slow at all - just physically slow. He was homeless or something, and got a disability check, and he'd often come in beaten up and hurt from falling or getting mugged for his money.
He always got a coffee with us and a pretzel. I'd make his coffee, and I still remember he'd want French Vanilla with 2 sugars, and mustard on his pretzel.
One time he was really hurt and I knew he had been physically hurt because they weren't just falls (he'd fall inside the store once in a while) he didn't buy anything that day and I thought it was weird so I sat down with him and asked him if he wanted me to get anything for him, and he said he couldn't because his money got taken away.
I got some bandages out (I wore gloves) and helped clean his cuts on his hands all up, and asked him what kind of sandwich he wanted and he told me again he didn't have any money. I told him I knew that but regardless I was going to make him some food. I ended up making him a meatball sandwich and cut it up into several smaller pieces for him to eat more easily.
Before all this he always came to me for service, because he knew I was patient, and he knew I wouldn't fuss with any extra service I had to do, whether it was cleaning up his spilt coffee on accident, or wiping off the excess salt of his pretzel. He'd even ask me to help him put on his coat - he wasn't the cleanest man ever, but he was always a paying customer and never lounged around for no reason.
I remember hearing about how he got killed by a car when crossing the street and it really effected me for a long time. I didn't even know the man's name even though I helped him so many times and spent time with him in the store, and it bothered me to a great degree.