I am walking up the street with my arms full of shopping, laptops, etc. A woman is also walking, pushing her bicycle. She is obviously struggling, and I wonder if she might have Parkinson's or another motor disorder. When I offer her help she asks me if I am Canadian! This is my favorite part of this story.
A young man takes over as I am trying to lift her bicycle up her stairs, still with my hands full.
You were one of the people also on the street. You saw this woman struggling.
Why did you choose not to help?
What would have motivated you to act?
Imagine this is your mother.
Imagine this is you.