15-01-06

I was driving through the hood tonight on my way home, and there in the gutter was a guy getting gang bashed by about 20 other males. I had to swerve to miss them. I slowed down and they backed away from their victim. I didn't stop. I didn't stop. I should have helped him, I should have dragged him into my car and driven him to safty, but I didn't stop.

I was scared, scared the attackers would hurt me, scared the victim would carjack me, but no doubt my fear could never equal the amout of fear that poor boy in the gutter was feeling. I am a weakling, always have been. I use words to keep myself out of danger, which means I don't react we when put into violent situations. I'm trained in the art of seldefence, but I doubt that will help me in hand to hand combat. It's not my problem, but I should make it my problem.

I didn't even call the police... Didn't even stop.