As I was parked in front of a mini market, I noticed a man running out of his car towards a taxi. Within a matter of seconds, this huge and very angry man was attacking the taxi driver while he was still in his car!
I could not believe what I was seeing! In fact, I started to look around to see if other people were noticing what was going on, and if so, was anyone going help?
After about ten seconds of constantly punching the taxi driver , the raging man opened the taxi door, kicked the driver and tried to drag him onto the street. At this point, the taxi driver was holding on to the steering wheel with all his might, knowing that if he did get out, the worst would happen.
Again, I looked around in shock, waiting for one of the cars to stop and intervene or for someone to "please help this man!" But, no one did.
Suddenly, I found myself opening my car door and stepping out. In less than a second, however, it hit me, my baby was in the car with me, and this man could easily come after me as well and my baby would get hurt. So, I turned around and stayed put in my car.
At no point did it strike me to call the police, my mind just went blank. After about 3 minutes, which is a long time when you are being beaten up, the taxi driver managed to close his door and drive away full speed. That was that.
I was speechless! What had happened to me? A few months ago, I would have run to help. Now, I just stayed in my car, locked the doors and painfully watched the taxi driver get beaten. Even though I knew I was only protecting my son, I couldn't help but feel really bad about my inaction!
For the rest of the day, I could think of only one question: has becoming a mama made me a coward, or shall I say less courageous? Should I have personally helped or did I do the right thing by staying in my car?
Does being a good mama sometimes contradict with being a good person? Because, a good person would have helped!
What would you have done?