Is everyone worth mourning? Or just those who don't slow us down...
This is my first post on here, Jake take a deep breath before you read it, and feel free to edit it as you feel the need...
Here goes...
I went to London with my Dad a week ago. We went to the tourist places (Tate Modern, Natural History Museum and the Victoria and Albert Museum), carried a map, rode a red bus, and had a brilliant day of bonding...
Then we got on the tube. I wanted to go on it due to a childhood memory involving going on it to the theatre with my Mum, Auntie and Sister. It was great to begin with, bustling full of commuters for me to watch. Then we stopped at Euston Road Station (if I remember correctly). We were there for longer than we should have been. I was slightly apprehensive, but noone else seemed worried, so I tried to keep calm. Then the announcement came over the tannoy; 'the delay is due to a person on the tracks. This train will not stop at King's Cross.' Everyone sighed, started moaning or looked generally pissed off. I stopped for a minute... 'Person on the tracks'? Someone has died and these people are moaning about a five minute walk between the stations. Someone was depressed or worried or scared enough or maybe drugged up enough to kill themselves. Someone was in pain and no one helped, and these people moan about been late? I wasn't asking them to dress it up, pretend nothing has happened, but I don't expect people to moan that someone was suicidal and no one stopped him or her...
If something like that had happened in Leeds, the city near where I come from, it would've made the regional news, people would have pittied the person, not scorned them, not acted as if it didn't matter, as if death is an inevitable part of the journey home. I just couldn't believe that people were not bothered. Someone had killed themself, been so desperate to escape, or so drugged up that they didn't know what was happening, a family had been shattered apart and people were more worried that their tea was going cold...
Here goes...
I went to London with my Dad a week ago. We went to the tourist places (Tate Modern, Natural History Museum and the Victoria and Albert Museum), carried a map, rode a red bus, and had a brilliant day of bonding...
Then we got on the tube. I wanted to go on it due to a childhood memory involving going on it to the theatre with my Mum, Auntie and Sister. It was great to begin with, bustling full of commuters for me to watch. Then we stopped at Euston Road Station (if I remember correctly). We were there for longer than we should have been. I was slightly apprehensive, but noone else seemed worried, so I tried to keep calm. Then the announcement came over the tannoy; 'the delay is due to a person on the tracks. This train will not stop at King's Cross.' Everyone sighed, started moaning or looked generally pissed off. I stopped for a minute... 'Person on the tracks'? Someone has died and these people are moaning about a five minute walk between the stations. Someone was depressed or worried or scared enough or maybe drugged up enough to kill themselves. Someone was in pain and no one helped, and these people moan about been late? I wasn't asking them to dress it up, pretend nothing has happened, but I don't expect people to moan that someone was suicidal and no one stopped him or her...
If something like that had happened in Leeds, the city near where I come from, it would've made the regional news, people would have pittied the person, not scorned them, not acted as if it didn't matter, as if death is an inevitable part of the journey home. I just couldn't believe that people were not bothered. Someone had killed themself, been so desperate to escape, or so drugged up that they didn't know what was happening, a family had been shattered apart and people were more worried that their tea was going cold...
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