My wife and I went out to breakfast yesterday and after it decided to take a leisurely walk around Boston Garden on our way home. It was a beautiful day, with warm sunshine and a light breeze. We were strolling along a shady path along the outer edge of the Beacon Street side of the park when we passed this man sitting very still and staring straight ahead.
I thought he looked like trouble and we walked by. In retrospect, thanks to the gentle concern voiced by my wife, maybe he had just been injured by a fall or something and we should have stopped and helped him.
It’s too late now but I feel conflicted about what I/we did.