Itís a sad state really. Almost every time I have seen minor accidents (or almost accidents) people just never get out of their vehicles and say ìI am sorry. Yes, it was my fault.î Or if they canít get to a conclusion whose fault it was, they never say ìOkay fine, letís call up the cops and let them decide.î Rather, both parties come out yelling at each other and often end up beating each other.
Itís not the end yet, people on the streets come to help (not to help the injured) but help in beating. If you are an elderly the fault is of the young, if you are (or have female companion) fault is of the other, if you are poor, fault is yours ñ you got the idea.
That represents ëusí, as whole, as a nation. And it is one of those times when I donít feel proud being part of it. I wonder when will we learn to have patience, learn to forgive.