Around 50 years ago as I was driving on a street near my residence, I stopped at a red light. Off to my right, catty-corner to me, there were two guys at a BP gas station rolling on the ground. I tried to figure out what I might be seeing. Two thoughts came to my mind. One, it was a couple of guys probably playing around. Two, there was a real fight going on, and one of the two men was probably an attendant. The light turned green. I started to move forward, not knowing what I was going to do. Suddenly, a car on my left shot crossed in front of me and went onto the station grounds. I continued straight, leaving whatever was happening to play out without my help. I did not find out what happened. Actually, I forgot about the happening. But, periodically, my mind would replay that incident. It bothered me that I did nothing. That night affected my reaction to other people's situations. More to follow.
mfl 3-14-17 12:55 a.m.
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