A Train Encounter
Colin's train ride takes a harrowing turn when he becomes the target of a sudden attack by a group of teenagers. While Colin struggles to recall the events, Kristen is left with vivid memories of the chaos and her desperate attempts to alert authorities. The incident raises questions about memory, perception, and the role of bystanders in moments of crisis.In this clip
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Hidden Brain
Episode 46: Blessings in Disguise?
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How can I move forward from this, and should I feel bad about myself because I do feel terrible?
I was going home after school when I arrived at the metro station. There was a young girl around 19 laying on the ground on her side, shaking. You could see her shimmer from pain or something. Next to her was a woman with a dog kneeling on the ground, telling her that everything would be okay and that she was with her. The girl was having a serious seizure. I felt anxious. One part of my head told me that I should go up to the woman kneeling and ask if I could help in any way. But the other part told me that my voice would scare the girl. I stood there for around 10 seconds, staring and doing nothing, while I was surrounded by other people also staring. Seconds later, a metro employee came up and called his central office to call for an ambulance. Now I feel like my plan—if someone needs help, I will be the hero and not stand and stare like those "dumb" people—failed. I had heard about a first responder saying that she helped but was alone helping the person in need while everyone was watching. I kept telling myself that I wouldn't be like them, just staring, and here I was, staring. I think I was just talking; it's different when it happens for real. I'm asking if I should feel bad about myself. I know it wasn't the best thing to do, but it's not a normal situation. I noticed that the things my mind was telling me were coping mechanisms that I almost daily use, like procrastination. I was just standing there for someone else to help. Luckily, someone did.