Herewith I would like to announce that I am a mean, inconsiderate morally corrupt, materialistic Malaysian.
I was out the whole day yesterday, to a friend’s wedding cum gathering. On my way back, at about 10 minutes to 10pm, I was stuck in a traffic jam. As a typical Malaysian I craned my neck to see what’s causing such jam at such hour. And there I saw it.
At first I couldn’t see it clearly, but I saw cars changing from the right lane (on which I was), to the left lane. It was at a overpass, so I could see it clearly, but not clear enough to see what exactly happening. All I could see was, there’s a group of motorist on motocycles on my side of the road.
Then, about 5 cars away, I saw some sort of liquid flowing down the road. I gather it’s blood, but in the dark I couldn’t be so sure. Seeing the frantic reactions of the motorist I guess the victim was still lying there, and since some of them were still on the phone, I think it had just happened, and they’re trying to call an ambulance.
At that time, I thought of something that I’m not proud of thinking. Should I stop and give the man a lift to the hospital? You see, a good Malaysian would not even stop to think, but instead stop to help. I was contemplating of either helping him, or saving my cushion from being ruined by the blood.
Come to think of it, my line of thought that night was ridiculous, but that’s what I thought. The argument of a man’s life against a car cushion was not a logical thinking, but that was what on my mind at that time, and that’s what matters most, rather than what I’m thinking now. In fact, I even added a side order of a “should I take out my camera and take a picture” line of thought. So that settles it…
Then the victim’s friend started to get a lift from the passerbys, I got more confused. I can’t get the thought of ruining the cushion and got scolded by my dad from my mind (he won’t, as I later found out, when I asked him what would he had done in my place). The first car refused to help and drove off. So does the second car. The victims friend already getting hysterical and cursing the drivers who refused to help.
Luckily for both me and the victim, the third car stops and gave him a lift. I’m uncertain of who stopped, the race, gender and all. My mind is already occupied with the dilemma, and it’s dark. I passed the crowd with a relief, but my head is still spinning. I passed the accident scene, and saw the victim lay unconscious on the curb, with a bleeding head.
Had no other car in front of me stopped, would I have stopped? Would I live in guilt had I not stoped and read in the papers the next day about the victim’s death caused by nobody helping him, or would I just wave it off? Can I live as a murderer?
I don’t know if the man made it or not, but I pray that he does.
What would you do in my situation?