shame shame

so i last night i was walking up orchard to meet up with my friend juan at mashall stack on allen and rivington in the LES and i saw this person laid out on the ground. at first i thought “what the hell? must be some homeless guy drugged out or drunk.” but then i noticed a cane on the ground next to him as i walked by. i kept looking back thinking, this guy is not for real. other people were passing him too. then i noticed how old he was and he started trying to get up with a lot of difficulty. i stopped to see if he needed help. finally i walked back and helped him up, no one else was doing it, he was really pretty fragile and weak. his legs were shaking and i couldn’t believe how hard it was for him to stand up even with my help. after getting up he said something to me in spanish, which i didn’t understand. then we went our separate ways but i still felt like a jerk for hesitating so long to help him. i guess even after eight years away, i’m still a cynical new yorker. hrmm. boo.