hyldemoer wrote:I discovered later that all my neighbors had been watching the whole event from inside their houses. They even phoned and woke each other to let each other know what was going on but not a one of them came out to offer assistance.
Carol, I think that t-shirt would have to have "continued on back" inserted in there somewhere. (And I'll co-sign your letter to the restaurant.)
I can't imagine my husband or myself, seeing a neighbor in a similar situation, not at least asking if he or she needed any help. I mean, it's a tree down on a fence in a high wind...clearly not an everyday gardening situation!
Redwolf
...agus déanfaidh mé do mholadh ar an gcruit a Dhia, a Dhia liom!
Redwolf wrote:I can't imagine my husband or myself, seeing a neighbor in a similar situation, not at least asking if he or she needed any help. I mean, it's a tree down on a fence in a high wind...clearly not an everyday gardening situation!
Redwolf
I have been in neighborhoods that do not communicant and those that do. Neighborhoods that know each others names in the neighborhood, people stop to find out who you are and help you. In other neighborhoods, they do not know each other and keep it that way. Many people live in communities to be part of one, others live in communities to be anonymous.
"Be not deceived by the sweet words of proverbial philosophy. Sugar of lead is a poison."
Ten years ago, we had the great fortune to buy a house in a lower middle class neighborhood that was still trying to be a neighborhood. It's a lot of work to make a neighborhood a neighborhood. By walking our dog, we got to meet the people who still sit on their front porches (yes, folks still do that here.) We got to know them through many conversations about dogs, cats, flowers, gardens, the more peculair neighbors, and all kinds of things. Spending time talking to them on their porches turned into doing small little nice things and it builds from there. If you put in the time and investment it builds from there.
Our neighborhood is self-contained, two blocks big, and only has one entrance/exit, so we have an advantage. I've done countless favors for neighbors and some of those favors turned into regular responsibilities. Many of our neighbors have done nice things for us too. Not all favors are reciprocal.
Rose tint my world. Keep me safe from my trouble and pain. 白飞梦
People these days are scared to get involved. A lot of times people are afraid to offer help in case something bad happens as a result of their efforts and the jerk they stopped to help sues them or worse. For a lot of folks, it's easiest to simply ignore things.
The world seems to get weirder with each passing couple of years.
No, it wasn't anything to do with that. Just some obnoxious stuff on a matter you'd never imagine.
The whole thing was just very strange.
It's a new restaurant and they've been going through managers pretty fast. The original one was my next door neighbor. We'd noticed they weren't getting much business just lately. I guess alienating the customer base doesn't work too well.
My mother and I refused to eat. We left money for the bill, and my sister got a carryout box for hers.
You managed to be surronded by the first set that day. Sorry to hear that. Wish I'd been there to help.
Often, it just takes one person doing the right (or the wrong) thing to get others going. Too bad we've raised so few 'doers'.
anniemcu
--- "You are what you do, not what you claim to believe." -Gene A. Statler
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Good manners and suckiness work both ways. This is back when I took
the commuter train to and from work. There were many times when I
held the door open between train cars for people who had both hands
full. After saying, "Let me help you with the door," I would sometimes be
hit with briefcases, have my foot stepped on or be shoved aside by their
bodies while making their way through the door I was holding open for
them. Usually I managed to avoid the bruises. But every time they
simply kept walking as if I wasn't there. True, holding the door open for
someone is no big deal, and helping others shouldn't be done with some
reward in mind, but I don't recall my little bit of assistance ever being
acknowledged. Ever. A "Thanks" or a nod or a "I'm sorry I clumsily
mashed your toe/clubbed you in the groin/or shoved you into the wall"
would have made my little bit of help seem . . . I don't know . . .
worthwhile. Perhaps they all had good manners and didn't "suck" but
were just preoccupied and oblivious to the world around them.
The nonbruised part of me wants to believe that, anyway.
Caveat: See 'em play before you swallow what they say.
Bubbie
