[4820] in Depressing_Thoughts
moral indecision
dcctdw@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (dcctdw@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Thu Aug 31 13:25:03 1995
Last night when I was at the studio I take lessons from, I was waiting for
the elevator. While it was coming down, i heard thumping sounds from the
shaft and someone screaming at another person. Not being entirely dim, I
decided to try to disappear into the corner away from the main door.
Anyways, the elevator door opened, and a woman ran from it and out the main
door. A guy stepped out and kept screaming at her, saw her leave, and got
back in the elevator. (Scary part: the guy was from the Tae Kwon Do school
on the 5th floor and was obviously no pushover. Fortunately, he didn't see
me, so I didn't have to test his rationality.)
Being somewhat concerned, I poked my head out the main door and looked for
the woman. Not seeing her, I eventually decided to go upstairs. As I was
getting in, I saw her standing outside, not looking obviously harmed.
At that point, I had to make a choice. Either go upstairs for the
appointment I had (not only mine, but with my partner too, and with a coach
from out of the country), or talk to the lady and see if she was OK. The
problem was that I only had about two minutes before my lesson, and if she
required extensive help, I'd be quite late.
I chose to go upstairs. But I can't shake the feeling that it wasn't the
right decision -- at the least, I should've checked that she didn't require
immediate medical attention, or that she might want me for a witness of
what transpired.
I just keep hearing the words, "And when the Nazis came for me, there was
no one left to speak out for me." Blugh...
