3:11 pm - 02/25/2012
Earlier this week (in 2011), Alex Trebek awoke to find a burglar in his San Francisco hotel room. The game show host chased down the thief, rupturing his Achilles tendon and injuring his leg in the process. Thanks to Trebek's efforts, the suspect was later apprehended. Trebek went on to fulfill his hosting duties at the National Geographic World Championship geography bee later that day. (Ben Hider, Getty Images)
( Back against the wall and odds, with the strength of a will and a cause, your pursuits are called outstanding, you're emotionally complex. Against the grain of dystopic claims, not the thoughts your actions entertain, and you...have proved...to be...a real human being and a real heroCollapse )
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what are your good samaritan (whether it was you or someone else helping you out)stories, ontd? When I was sixteen and had just gotten my license, some jerk hit me and drove off. A guy saw what happened, chased the jerk in his car, forced the jerk to come back to the scene, waited with me till my dad got there so I wouldn't be by myself with the jerk, and then snuck away before me, my dad, or the police could properly thank him :( <3
9 Stories of Celebs Being Good Samaritans (we need a positive post, imo!)
Earlier this week (in 2011), Alex Trebek awoke to find a burglar in his San Francisco hotel room. The game show host chased down the thief, rupturing his Achilles tendon and injuring his leg in the process. Thanks to Trebek's efforts, the suspect was later apprehended. Trebek went on to fulfill his hosting duties at the National Geographic World Championship geography bee later that day. (Ben Hider, Getty Images)
( Back against the wall and odds, with the strength of a will and a cause, your pursuits are called outstanding, you're emotionally complex. Against the grain of dystopic claims, not the thoughts your actions entertain, and you...have proved...to be...a real human being and a real heroCollapse )
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what are your good samaritan (whether it was you or someone else helping you out)stories, ontd? When I was sixteen and had just gotten my license, some jerk hit me and drove off. A guy saw what happened, chased the jerk in his car, forced the jerk to come back to the scene, waited with me till my dad got there so I wouldn't be by myself with the jerk, and then snuck away before me, my dad, or the police could properly thank him :( <3
In the middle of the meeting, a little old lady wandered in and asked for her husband. People wander into our office a lot (we're in a building with lots of doctor's offices) but my boss immediately recognized her as having Alzheimer's or something similar. He spoke to her briefly and when she couldn't tell him her name, he excused himself from this extremely important meeting to help her.
He took her out to the lobby and had me call the cops. He brought her a chair and a glass of water. The deal (that probably could've meant his retirement) fell through, but I never heard him complain of it even once.
wah wah, it's my 'i hate humanity' day. Dont mind me :P
But I will say having been involved in a half a dozen or more emergencies, it's really astounding to me how many people don't stop or won't get involved or even ask if you need help or 911 dialed.
Not to get all ontd psychologist but there's this thing called the Bystander Effect (or Kitty Genevieve syndrome), which is named after this time a girl was murdered in daylight in public and no one did anything because they all thought someone else would swoop in and call the police. Experiments were done which backed up the link between more people being aware of something and the lesser probability something will get done about it.
So, thanks to diffusion of responsibility, you're probably more likely to get helped out if you get injured in a semi-public place rather than at a tourist hotspot.
i was walking the 3min distance from my work to the bus stop when i hear this huge crash sound. i turn around and 3 cars bumped each other.
i was so shaken up by it even though i didn't see it initially happen - i only saw the third car plow. i wanted to call 911 but someone else already had. but i stayed until police came and asked if they wanted my information, etc.
the woman in the third car involved came out of the car crying hysterically to the point where she was hyperventilating and dry heaving. like she was maniacal. even though the accident wasn't her fault at all. apparently a car had stopped suddenly, to wait to turn left to the building i work in. then the first car stopped to, but the car behind them rear-ended the first car, then the third car who was obviously going way too fast plowed into the second car.
the woman in the third car wasn't even at fault in any way, although she prob was going way too fast. but she was a complete wreck.
But to you - thanks for being there before we can be.
Also, this long time family friend named Mr. Long used to be notorious for picking up hitchhikers and giving them a ride. He was very old, kind and genuine, lived in a small town, and it was just his little thing. He would pick people up at night or in the rain or something and help them along. One day, he picked up a guy and as soon as he got in the car the guy pulled a gun on him. Mr. Long just looked at him and was like, "It's time for you get out of my car." And the guy did, without a fight. But Mr. Long never picked up another hitchhiker again..
Last year though I was having such a shit day (I even cried in public, which I would never do) and I had to wait in the rain for the bus and some guy with an umbrella offered to give me his but I told him I couldn't so he just stayed with me til the bus came and shared his umbrella. And now he's my boyfriend! Lol just kidding. I wanted to do something in return but I never got his number :(
I wish I could do that stuff more often, but Ive heard so many stories about homeless people getting mad when people give them food instead of money. idk idk I probably just need to get over that.
there's a lot of street punks here - young people who are probably kicked out of their homes or traveling the country and run out of money. when i have my own place, and i come across one, i think i'd invite them over to shower and give them some food, idk.
I was alone and I was getting so sick from the hot day and from being crushed and some shirtless guy saw me and kept asking if I was ok. He got me water, held a bit of shade over me, and talked to me to make sure I didn't pass out. He told me that if I did, he'd make sure to call a security guard.
I felt bad that I didn't get to think him for watching over me.