Familiar stranger he was a good man

We live in a world surrounded by countless people, relatives, friends, strangers, familiar strangers... There are always people who will do something that touches your heartstrings, maybe that thing is small but it makes you unforgettable.

It is almost autumn, the cold is still warm, the sky is much shorter, it is all dark at seven o'clock, the people in the community have gone home, few people are hanging out outside, my home is close to the roadside, and occasionally there are pedestrians and vehicles that silently rush home, but they are not lonely.

I picked up the child and got ready for bed, when a fierce cry broke through the silence. Through the window I saw two little girls under the trees not far away, an 8 or 9-year-old, anxiously spinning in circles; a 5- or 6-year-old, sitting on the ground crying; and a bicycle lying on the ground. We guessed that it might be the older kid riding the bike with the younger kid, and the bike fell over and the kid cried.

But two minutes later, the little kid was still sitting on the ground crying, and passers-by were asking the older kid what... Dad said: "Is the foot not in the wheel..." Before the words were finished, people went out with rechargeable desk lamps, people surrounded more, because the accident site was in the middle of the road, the traffic had been blocked, some vehicles were urging the horn because they couldn't go over, the child's crying was getting louder and louder, and he kept shouting "Mom, Mom save me", and I chased out when I saw that Dad didn't come back.

The child's foot is pinned in the rear wheel, fixed by three car strips, and the ankles are already a little red and swollen, but there is no trauma. Most people just watched, there were a few kind inquirers on the phone, Dad said: "First break the car, take the foot out and then say", but no one moved, I understood them, because I was selfish, I stopped Dad, quietly told him: "The older child went to the parents, or don't move casually" The reason is quietly, probably because of guilt, I want to make up for my cowardice and selfishness, so I crouched down and hugged the child, coaxing her not to cry.

The point is that the harsh horn of the van, I think the driver in the car is what kind of numb person, this heart-rending cry can not make him have a little bit of moving? Did he have no children? I already despise myself, but he is not in the same class as me at all!

At this time a man appeared, which was a familiar stranger to me, familiar because he liked to wear a white commuter shirt, and I always looked twice at men who loved to be clean, and then one might live in a neighborhood, and the rate of appearance in my line of sight was relatively high; strange because I knew nothing about him. This is not the point, the point is that the person only looked at the scene and ran away decisively, and returned to the scene in less than a minute, with an extra pair of pliers in his hand. People always have a herd mentality, when one person stretches out his hand, everyone reaches out, and the seven hands and eight feet cooperate well. The child was saved, the car was ruined, the crying was gone, the child's father arrived, all kinds of condolences, all kinds of thanks, but this familiar stranger was gone, and no one saw when he left.

This is not a big accident, but let me see a lot of people's hearts, understand a lot of people's sophistication, what to study hard, to correct shortcomings and other words are worthless, I only hope that I can have a little bit of action in the future to meet such things, I only hope that I will never encounter such things in the future, never!