2. My aunts were in a restaurant all together eating with their families. One of them nudged the others and made sign of them to subtly look at the man at the other table. The man was sitting behind another woman’s table and was stealing stuffs from her purse that was sitting right behind her. Aware of the situation, none of them decided to do or say anything.
3. This lead me to ask, why are people are afraid to step up?
Why are people afraid to do a good act?
Why are people afraid to stand up for justice?
Why are we afraid to interfere?
Why do we need courage to stand up for people?
4. Intended audience are the young teenagers because they are the future. Starting with them, I think can make a difference…It inspires the elder ones as well to see the young ones doing good. It eliminates typical stereotypes such as the new generation lack courtesy or that they are not raised properly.
5. I think that the purpose of this article is just to get other people to realize that there is no harm in trying to do something good. If one person refuses a hand, what matters is that you try. Hopefully, this just shows others that humanity still exists and what makes us united is when we stand up for each other. Even if most of us will see something and then forget about it the next day, maybe this article could at least get them to be reflecting about it the next time they find themselves in a situation where they can do something good.
6. This would be interesting to read because I believe we have all been in this situation. We might have not given up our seat for an elderly or we may have pretended not to see an injustice be done and not report it. We live in a society where it is easy to simply be passive about wrong doings…For example, when we see someone being beaten or insulted, not much have the reflex to stop it. Most would pull out their phones and record instead of actually doing something about it.
7. Patient care. Communication. Going out of my way to help others.
8. I plan to write about why many of us are so afraid or hesitant to help others when needed. There are many examples such as social experiment on the show “what would you do”. One that inspired me to write this was when they hired an actor to insult and degrade an employee that suffered from down syndrome.
9. I’m looking forward to writing about this topic because it is a question I have found myself asking in multiple situations. I have been inspired to write about this because I enjoy helping others, but many times I feel myself afraid to. What if they don’t want my help? What if I’m interfering in something that is none of my business? Every time I do an act of kindness, I feel my heart beat fast as if I’m nervous. I’m guessing it’s more of a rush of pleasure because I am proud to be doing something well even if it’s the slightest thing. However, most of the times people ignore or pretend to be too busy instead of helping another person out. It bothers me because what if I was that person in need? I would want someone to step up and help out. On the other hand, what I’m worried about is not being able to write enough about this topic because I won’t have enough to say. I feel as if the question can be easily answered…
I was in the metro train sitting next to the window watching those flashing lights passing by. I was in a good mood per usual lost in my thoughts. Every things else around me was buzzing, group of people chatting , others listening to music and some sleeping. At one stop of the metro, an old kyphotic man came into the train holding his cane on one side. Seeing that no one has offered their seat, I figured why shouldn’t I? So, I tried to make eye contact in order to get his attention to have a seat but he kept his head faced to the door. I went out of my way to stand up and gently told him ” Monsieur, vous-pouvez vous asseoir” pointing out my empty seat. Few people were staring now, wondering if he would sits. He didn’t respond. Thinking he didn’t hear me, I repeated myself lightly tapping his shoulder. Then, all of a sudden, he screamed at me “NO!” and shook me off. It took me completely by surprise. I hurried and went to my seat feeling my face flushed with embarrassment. I could feel the tip of my ears burning. Everyone else were as startled as I was, they were all staring. I heard a few laughs from one of the guys standing but I didn’t bother.
I was in the train sitting next to the window in a good mood and lost in my thoughts. Every things else around me was buzzing, group of people chatting , others listening to music and some sleeping. Onto the next station, an old kyphotic man came in holding his cane on one side. Seeing that no one has offered their seat, I figured I would. I tried to make eye contact in order to get his attention but he kept his head faced to the door. I went to stand up next to him and gently say ” Monsieur, vous-pouvez vous asseoir” pointing out my empty seat. He didn’t respond. I repeated myself lightly tapping his shoulder. All of a sudden, he turned to screamed at me “NO!” and shook me off. I hurried and went to my seat feeling my face flushed with embarrassment. I could feel the tip of my ears burning. Everyone else were as startled as I, they were all staring. I heard a few laughs from one of the guys standing but I didn’t bother. I was in complete shock.
One bright day, I was sitting comfortably in the metro train sitting next to the tinted window feeling like I was floating on cloud 9. I was caught up in my thoughts while other people were busing themselves with dull conversations, loud music or even catching on some sleep they’ve been missing. As we moved onto the next metro station, the train stopped and opened its way, letting in an old grumpy man who walked as if he had the whole world on his shoulders. He carried his cane by his side to help him support such heavy burdens he had to carry. I have seem to noticed that no one else seemed to pay attention to him. Feeling helpful, I decided to offer him my seat. Yet, his eyes wouldn’t cross mines. I picked myself up and marched right up to him and propose him to take my seat.