Yesterday my brother and I went downtown to work on some homework, on the train ride home the train had stopped. There was an announcement that there was a "trespasser on the tracks". When I heard that I instantly just thought that someone was walking around when they shouldn't be. About 10 minutes later they had another announcement the train had been "involved in a pedestrian accident" and we were not moving the train until police arrived.
We ended up spending 3 hours on the train, not moving. My brother and I were in the last train compartment/cart/whatever you call it. And that was where the police/paramedics/detectives/firefighters/eventually the coroner went to (the back of the train). We were not really told much but it would seem that the man went under the train, once the paramedics went away we all sort of knew that he was dead. Anyways while all this is happening everyone in the train was pacing, cursing, calling people and complaining about how much of an inconvenience this was. People were going to be late for things because (and yes I actually heard someone say this) "some stupid guy committed suicide".
Okay I can agree that it sucks to be stuck on a train but I mean I didn't hear one person say anything about the guy, not even my brother. I had the hardest time believing that he was of the same mentality as the other passengers. Someone had just died. Someone was no longer walking around living life. Someone felt like they couldn't live here any longer. How can they not sympathize with him for being in such a difficult place that he felt that suicide was the answer? How can they not sympathize with his family and friends? They just lost him.
Sometimes I have a hard time understanding people today. I know that there are many kinds of people in this world but I thought we basically all had the same type of hearts. It was a sad day yesterday for many reasons. A man lost his life and a whole bunch of people ignored their hearts.
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