The rantings of a teacher who retired from the classroom but not from education.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
An Unhappy Ending
As I was driving to work tonight, I passed a 250 pound man beating up on a much smaller man. The little guy was trying to fight back, but he just wasn't strong enough to do any damage. I knew I had to do something so I stopped my car, got out, and jumped on the big guy in an attempt to stop him. Together we fought and managed to bloody the big guy's nose. Unfortunately, that was all we could do and now he was beating on two of us. All of a sudden a policeman appeared on the scene. He fired a shot into the air and the big guy stopped fighting. We thought we were saved. Then, in a blink of an eye, the policeman was gone. He did not stop the big guy's blows. When he saw the coast was clear, he took up the battle again. He stopped when the little guy was laying unconscious in the middle of the street.
The bully walked away laughing. He was already in search of his next victim. I stood in the street and cried. I cried for the little man and I cried because the policeman who could have stepped in and helped did nothing.
I should be old enough to know life is not fair and that sometimes there is no justice, and I do know this, but I can't accept it. I wonder, is the fight worth it? This battle has sickened me. Is it time to just surrender? No one would notice or care if I wasn't there