Where do you stand?

When my parents were fighting... I would get agarvated, because my father would do something really asanine purely to agitate my mother. He thought it made a bigger impression of him being the "man of the house", but it really just made him a bigger, hopeless prick. The rest of my family (my mom, my bro, and myself) fight just out of fun. We yell at each other over really stupid shit, and laugh about it about a minute later. I remember making my mom so agravated she yelled "You make me so angry... I... I... Just want lots of chocolate! Give me chocolate now!" That was fuckin hillarious.

Someone is attacked, or someone is in trouble... This is a double edged sword. When you help someone, their problems become yours. I know that sounds cold blooded, but it is the way it is. I remember getting on to LSD (Lake Shore Drive you drug addict), and before I got on to the entrance, I saw a white kid face down laying next to a sidewalk. I thought to myself, I could pull over and see what his problem is, but I know the neighborhood I'm in is not the place to stop for anything. The kid might have not been dead. The kid may have needed medical attention. At the same time, if the kid is dead, I'd probably be next if I checked him out. Whatever killed him would probably still be close by. Now for a different story. I found a dude face down in the grass near downtown Evanston. It was 3 in the morning, I was coming home from a party, and their are very few places in Evanston that are so dangerous you wouldn't hesitate to stop and help someone. I talked to him, shook him a little, and he got up. I offered him a ride home, but he refused and proceeded to walk away. I thought about following him to make sure he got back to wherever he was going, but he seemed a little shaken up, and I didn't need to creep him out any more that he was.

Being a hero... The only time you'll really know if you are a hero is when the opportunity arises. I caught my coworker in a 10' fall. It scared the shit out of me, but I knew it was going to happen. She was acting foolish, so I set myself up for the catch. There was another time I could have been a hero. An elderly lady slipped out of her seat and fell on her ass on the ground. For all those who would think it would be funny, you should realize that elderly people have fragile bones and weaker muscles. A broken pelvis would be no joke. The worst was, I saw it happen. It was like slow motion. Instead of helping her, I just froze. Luckily, it was at a doctor's wedding, and most of the groom's friends were doctors. When it happened, she had three doctors checking her out to see if she was alright. I could never say for sure if I could have helped. Being a hero is... not easy.

Jam it back in, in the dark.