How what I’m doing feels, subway version
Sometimes I feel like I'm responding to someone who fell on the subway tracks. No one else acts. I jump down onto the tracks to help the person to safety, but the person is morbidly obese and struggles just to lift themselves from the ground. They've decided to stop trying. "It's too hard. It's not worth it." They resign themselves to the train hitting them. "As long as I can't do anything, I might as well enjoy the time I have left," they say, and get out some Twinkies. I'm trying to help the person to safety, or even just to try to move. I'm trying to lead them to see that if they free themselves, they'll be glad they did. But they suggest they'll…
