An unusual thing happened to me today.
I decided to take an alternative route to the university. I chose a different bus. I got off at a different station, simply because I wanted to walk more. I crossed the street at a different spot.
I enjoyed the great weather, the fresh air, I looked at the sky, watched the clouds and told myself "Wow! it's awesome that we have this atmosphere!". A bird flew by at a low altitude... For a moment, I almost felt like I saw a double-rainbow!
As I was getting closer to my checkpoint, I walked by 2 little girls; there was nothing unusual about them - bags on their backs, probably on their way to school... Except that... one of them was crying. She was very sad, and tears were rolling down her face. The friend held her hand and tried to console her, but that didn't work.
People walked by, but no one cared, no one empathized... A simple exchange of words revealed to me that she couldn't find her keys and could not enter the house. I asked her if there was a phone number she could call and talk to her mom about it - she said yes.
In a few moments, her tiny fingers were dialing a number on my keypad. I witnessed something extraordinary - the mother-child remote neuro-interface. (it is something like RDP, VNC, Teamviewer, or even SSH - but a million times better).
As soon as she was pressing the buttons, she calmed down and self-confidence came back. Her face was like a light-bulb that gradually turned brighter, a few seconds later she was shining at full capacity. It was a motherful scene!
Her friend looked at me, pointing her head towards her peer, and smiled (probably thinking "ah.. kids these days...").
The conversation was over, I asked her if things were fine, she said mom was on her way. Good news! I wished them luck and went to class.
Later that day, someone called. It was her mom, she thanked me for helping her daughter. I was touched.
So... there is a special bond between mothers and their children. I don't know what kind of a protocol it is, what kind of a mysterious signal carrier it uses... But it was effective before I could blink an eye, before she even heard her mom's voice; when she did - the change was instant and amazing. Take a look at the graph, her state changed from -∞ to +∞ :-)
Now... what do we do about those people who just stood there?
6 comments
Comment from: gr8dude Member
Responsibility… yes… I have another story, about how I once helped and old woman get home.
She was drunk. Her son died the week before.
was she drunk because of the death or just drunk and had an excuse?
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the very first person i freehuged was a old lady. she started to cry. she was sick, was going home from hospital and she needed some affection. she started to cry cause she missed the feeling of being cared, even by a strager. the touching made her feel not_alone in life…
i wonder how much it affects us the feeling of loneliness that can even make us disperate for any kind of attention.
Eric Berne wrote in his book ” Games people play ” that someone can start drinking and continuing doing it even if it affects us on so many levels. Such person do this for attention, they feel not alone , cared when people, family, police are yelling at him. For him, it is the only possible way to obtain any kind of communication that he is able to obtain.
Comment from: m Visitor
deja vu…did you think of making a special category for posts about lost children?)
Comment from: la fille au bord de la mer Visitor
when we help others we think of ourselves as of some better creatures, we cant help it, because it feels oh sooo good somewhere inside..
Comment from: gr8dude Member
Olga, I don’t know whether that old lady was drunk because her son died, or if it was business as usual. I still think it should not matter, people who were passing by could do something about it and ask questions later.
Your free-hug-story is not surprising. People need to keep contact with other people, it is a major requirement for the well-being of a human. This book I told you about, it explains this problem in detail. Human contact is very important for babies, but it is also important for adults (who would otherwise suffer a lot of damage, unless “self control” is their second name). I’ll publish a review of it soon.
m, no such category yet, it doesn’t happen very often. I guess this is good news then, it means that most crying children are taken care of :-)
la fille au bord de la mer, yeah, especially if you had a similar experience in the past (when a stranger saved your life, or helped you out of serious trouble).
other people were just afraid. dealing with strangers requieres managing and understanding too many variable which is difficult to process. this kind of situations also usually needs taking responsability.