I arrived at Waterloo station this morning, and as usual I was one of the last to leave my carriage by the time I've got myself sorted.
I stepped out onto the platform and noticed a girl clutching her chest with one hand while buckled over, while using the other hand to hold a railing - clearly distressed.
This was rush-hour - 8:20 AM to be precise and everybody ahead of me had already walked right by this girl. I stopped and she was indeed in trouble, unable to breath with tightness in her chest. 10 minutes after I raised the alarm with a less than useless rail guard some medics arrived.
I'm hoping it was nothing more than an anxiety attack, doubt I'll ever find out. But what got to me was the amount of people who did nothing. Some stared, most just walked by. What the hell is it with people? Are they afraid? Just too busy?? I give up.
Sorry - this is a bit of a rant and nothing more.
I stepped out onto the platform and noticed a girl clutching her chest with one hand while buckled over, while using the other hand to hold a railing - clearly distressed.
This was rush-hour - 8:20 AM to be precise and everybody ahead of me had already walked right by this girl. I stopped and she was indeed in trouble, unable to breath with tightness in her chest. 10 minutes after I raised the alarm with a less than useless rail guard some medics arrived.
I'm hoping it was nothing more than an anxiety attack, doubt I'll ever find out. But what got to me was the amount of people who did nothing. Some stared, most just walked by. What the hell is it with people? Are they afraid? Just too busy?? I give up.
Sorry - this is a bit of a rant and nothing more.