Tuesday, February 21, 2012
I was having coffee with friends after class when we noticed some people huddling around a fat guy clutching his chest, obviously having some sort of a heart attack. As my Professor status applies more to cartwheeling than surgery, I stayed seated and finished my coffee. I could have spent the next few minutes pondering about this poor man's suffering. I could have empathise with this guy as he goes through the scariest moments of his life.
All my stupid brain could say to me was: A fat man having a heart attack. Enough said.
The story ends well (I guess): the ambulance arrived a few minutes later and took the guy to the hospital, but the thing that will stay with me for a long time is my ability to stare death in the eyes, and feel nothing but self-righteousness.