Published July 05, 2007.Spill on the hill

I waited for 40 minutes in a French fry line-up at the Concert on the Hill for $21 worth of fries and pop. As I wandered back to my spot, I noticed a larger woman struggling to get her footing. I saw her step up and slip down three times on the same patch of grass, then she gave way, tumbled 20 feet and crashed into the steel fence of the beer tent. I continued up the mountain passage and never looked back. I swore to myself that I would help others in need—in this case, I failed. I sincerely apologize.

I write this because I feel I’m a good person. I swore to myself that I would help others in need. In this case I failed. I did not drop my $21.00 french fry and pop combo and push on her haunches. I did not reach forth my hand for my fellow Canadian in her bright red patriotic shirt. I watched her crash in horror and then offered none of my volunteer firefighter training to help her as she flailed back and forth between the wedge of the fence and hill.

I sincerely apologize to my beautiful Canadian Queen who may not have been injured, but probably died of embarrassment. All because I couldn’t part with my supper. I’m a student of Hypocrates and ashamed of myself.

Yield Against Kindness Mountain And Nation

Student of Hypocrates