Tonight as I was walking home down Chestnut St., I saw two visibly intoxicated guys greet each other like long lost friends. Who knows, maybe they were. They embraced wildly and as one of them stepped back out of the hug, he tripped on the front steps of a brownstone and fell backwards.
This all happened just as I was walking by, and as I passed he was still on the ground, and he reached his hand up towards me and asked for help up. And I didn’t give it. I pulled my arms in and shook my head and said I’m sorry. In my defense, there was a burning cigarette in the hand he put out to me, but even if his hand had been empty, I’m not sure I would have taken it.
I’m feeling a bit guilty about this, because I refused to help him. I don’t think I’ve ever flat out refused help to someone who was asking for it, who could have potentially been hurt.
What would you have done?