The Blind Man At The Bus Stop

One night, there was a blind man who made his way across an overhead bridge to a bus-stop to wait for a bus. He had a cane with him, and was tapping his way around. Upon "feeling" the seats with his cane, he placed his bag onto the seat, and stood there, slanting his head and listening intently to the sound of the traffic that went by.

But a little while before that, a boy tried to grab the blind man's hands and guide him to the seat. He (the boy) was acknowledged with a quick tug away from his grip by the blind man. The blind man eventually still made it to his seat.

I had considered going up to ask the blind man which bus he was waiting for, and helping him to keep a lookout until his bus came (which meant that I would be going home later than usual).

But I didn't. My bus came in a short while, and I boarded it, leaving the blind man to listen to his bus come.

Now don't go pushing any blame to me; let me pose the question back to you readers out there: Would you go all the way to help somebody like this, ALL THE TIME?

Let's just say I wasn't feeling helpful that night; it's not that I don't wish to help him. But sometimes their defensive stances (like pulling away from the guiding hand) simply turn me off.