My Country and my Countrymen
in India a family was involved in a traffic accident, mother and baby
girl killed, with the father embracing his injured son crying out for
help. Ten minutes went by before anyone in the stream of traffic stopped
Today in America you see what you see every time we
get news of tragedy: brave people, on any other day average, rushing
towards danger to help a stranger. Not stopping to check their skin
color. Not stopping to ask which god they worship. Not stopping to ask
where their family is from.
There are good people everywhere.
But there is something about this great land we call home, amidst all
our disagreements and bickering, there is always lines of people waiting
to help – even at mortal danger – a stranger crying out for help.
— my North Carolina Doppleganger Chris Arndt