I know it’s been a few days since I’ve put any posts up.. THAT is because my computer is shot. So now I have to wait until Black Friday and (fingers crossed) can find an awesome deal on a laptop.
Before I go on.. I just want to give you readers a warning..
I’M ABOUT TO GO ON A RANT. ABOUT HOW OUR SOCIETY IS GOING DOWN THE DRAIN.
Ok, if you’ve been following my blog, you may have read my post titled, “Court Subpoena”.
And if you haven’t and are too lazy (don’t blame ya, cuz I’m pretty lazy myself) to click the link to see what it’s all about.. I’ll give you a short summary. Basically I came upon an accident with a bunch of kids in the middle of the night and I stopped. Turned out I stopped and got myself involved right into a crime scene, where I became a witness. Now after going through the PAIN in the ass process of being a witness (read, “Dear City of Pittsburgh” ) I understand why most people don’t stop to help others, but COME THE FUCK ON PEOPLE.
Get over your selfish and tiny pathetic selves and realize the world is so much bigger than you. And if you see someone hurt, or in trouble, then FUCKING help. Atleast call the cops. No one’s asking you to be a super hero, but to be a good citizen, or just a decent FUCKING person, you could ask if they’re ok. Just showing that someone else is there and cares, helps.
What’s bringing this on is this:
I’m on my way home from the gym, going downhill around a bend, the sun has already set. Pieces of glass shine off my headlights in the middle of the road, I hear the crunch under my tires, and see a dark figure standing off to the side of the road next to a car that has been completely smashed in from the back. Seriously, tail lights gone; bumper is now an innie. I pull up and see it’s a woman around my mom’s age. You can tell she’s in shock. I ask if she’s ok and if she’s called the police. She says she’s just shook up and that she doesn’t have a phone.
I pull over to the side of the road, call the police, and get out to make sure she’s ok. As we’re waiting for the police, 35 cars pass, and only three!, THREE!!, 3!!! cars stop to see if we’re ok. It’s pretty fucking obvious there’s been an accident and only 3 people stop to see if help is needed. Plus, it doesn’t help that it took the cops twenty minutes to respond. I had to call back and mention that it was a hit and run and that we were in a perfect position to cause another accident (the ladies car wouldn’t start to move it out of the way).
Finally, the cops arrived. I made sure the lady was ok, she asked for a hug; made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and then I left.
It just makes me so upset thinking that all those people drove by and less than 10% stopped. I keep thinking, what if that was my mom? I just hope that if that were to ever happen to me (I pray it doesn’t obviously), SOMEONE would stop.
Not gonna lie. If they do find the guy who hit this lady and drove off, and it now becomes a crime, I REALLY, REALLY hope I don’t have to be a witness again. I would rather get punched in the face, or pee my pants in public, or get hot sauce in my eyes…. you get the picture..
Well thanks for listening to my rant.
I feel much better.