The Small Tests of Caring
Nov 29 2022
I wonder how righteous I'd have been
when the Nazis came for my neighbour.
How brave
when the gunman entered the building
and began to kill;
the wild aim,
the glazed look in his eyes
— “his”, because it's always a him,
and the hot smoking barrel
of his military weapon.
How kind
when the old man fell,
and the others in line
found themselves paralyzed
or simply looked away.
We are all heroes
when we hear the stories
and imagine ourselves.
But I know
when faced with the the small tests of caring
I've mostly failed.
So at best
if not a collaborator
then the kind who keeps his head down,
goes about his business,
keeps opinions to himself.
Who runs
for self-preservation,
waits for 911.
And the brave ones
who never see themselves as such,
but in the moment
find their inner hero
and act.
Never thought about it, they say,
just reacted.
Whom you wouldn't know
to look at.
Who were put to the test
so unexpectedly,
and so brilliantly passed.
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