I just don’t see the point in living if I am too coward to help anyone.
A boy was crying next to his classroom door today while a bunch of people and I were on our way back to class from lunch.
“That kid cries every single day.”
“Oh you know, maybe he stubbed his toe.”
That kid has a name. ‘That kid’ probably has much worse problems than a hurt toe. Problems that you couldn’t even imagine.
So why couldn’t I say these things in the moment? Why was I too coward? Too coward to stand up for someone that was obviously hurting. Why couldn’t I just walk up to him and comfort him? Why?
Honestly, I just don’t see the point in living if I’m too coward to help anyone.