When I fell off my bike at the train station, I didn't feel . I didn't feel pain, but I was bleeding a lot. Nobody stopped. I asked myself, "Doesn't care? Doesn't make you stop your busy lives to help another person in trouble?" I moaned. I cried. Still, nobody stopped to ask if I was okay. Neither moaning nor crying seemed to work. "Doesn't reach your ears?" I wondered. Nope. I was alone in a crowd. I looked in my bag for a tissue to clean the dirt from my wound. There wasn't in there. I finally hobbled to the ticket counter and asked the person behind the glass. She didn't have , .