I pay little attention to the surrounding world. A million different things happen to me as I walk down the street, yet my focus is on none of them. My eyes remain straight ahead and that's when I see him, lying on the pavement. I doubt very much he is sunbathing so my first thoughts are he's collapsed. Is he breathing? I don't know. He certainly isn’t moving. How did he come to be lying there, on the grubby pavement? He looks too young to have had a heart attack but these things happen. Perhaps he's had too much to drink and is having a lie down. He doesn't strike me as the type to drink himself into oblivion on a Tuesday morning though. I presume this based on his presentable appearance. No, this man was on his way to work when his health deteriorated. And now he lies on the ground being gawked at by strangers. I approach closer, paying particular attention to the people that walk on by. It's not that they're not interested. Some look down while others look straight ahead, pretending not to have seen. No one stops to check on him.  Someone else will do it, they say to themselves. I know this, because the same thought goes through my own head as I get nearer. I don't want the responsibility. What if it turns out that he's violently drunk and attacks me? What if it's some sort of “caught on camera” TV show? I've no wish to be involved in such predicaments. I have my own business to attend to. It's not my place to get involved. So I pass him, offering a sympathetic glance. At least I acknowledged him. He certainly is still. I’ve passed him and I wrestle with the thought of looking back. My resilience caves to my curiosity and I turn. I have no intention of going back. I must make that clear. I haven't even stopped walking, but I have looked back. To my surprise a young woman has stopped to offer him aid. A man then offers further assistance, closely followed by a third Samaritan. I stop now to watch the scene unfold. The holy trinity roll the man into the recovery position and phone for an ambulance. People continue to walk by but now they are paying more attention than before, as am I. Yes, I could have stopped to help, but I knew someone else would. I’m as comforted by the thought as I am disgusted at myself.  