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This thread is brought on by the horrible recent news story of the little boy who was swung to death for two days by his mother, who was having a mental breakdown. For those who haven’t read or seen the news story, one of the most disturbing aspects of it was that the child dies slowly of thirst and exposure in the middle of a public playground, where presumably, everyone and his brother saw what was going on and decided not to get involved. I think we have gotten to a point where members of society are way too nervous about getting involved with others. I think someone should have stepped in to save the child. I said that when I read the story. And then last night…
My husband and daughter and I were visiting a city park in downtown St. Louis. It really is a neat place with free pools and sprinklers and gardens, sculptures, and walking paths. Especially on a summer night, there are always kids running back and forth and around each other and it’s difficult to tell who is “with who”. Anyway, there is an area of this park with a large open field in front of a rock formation that had a TV screen imbedded in the rock. The idea is that they show the Cardinals game or other sporting events and those who can’t afford to see it in person can spread out a picnic blanket and enjoy it among other fans for free. Leading up to the TV screen are several levels of faux rock formations and planters that children are free to climb on.
So anyway, my daughter and husband were busy running around in the field, which was mostly empty. There were a few adults sitting on benches on the far end of the field, mostly eating snacks and watching a women’s soccer game. There four or five kids climbing on the rock levels. I noticed right away there was a child who looked no older than 18 months climbing with the other kids, many of which weren’t giving him much space. Some of the drops on this thing are up to two feet, which probably wouldn’t hurt an older child, but wouldn’t do any good to a baby’s skull. I glanced around to see if there were any parents watching, but the only other adult was a man who had a similarly aged child in a single stroller. The other kids climbed down from the rocks and ran off, leaving the baby alone. After a few minutes of struggling to find a way down, the baby began to cry and I was getting to the point where I wanted to step in. I asked the stroller guy if the baby was his and he said “no”. The only other adults present were my own husband and three or four picnickers completely across the field and clearly more engrossed in the game than the plight of this toddler. Meanwhile, the baby was hanging backward off a two foot ledge and crying because he couldn’t get footing to get down. It’s normally my philosophy to let other people raise their own kids, however, I knew it was going to ruin the evening if the poor kid busted his head, so I stood up and began walking toward the rocks to try and help the little guy down. As soon as I did, one of the adults came running across the field, clearly more concerned about my nerve in approaching their child then the impending head injury. At least the baby was safely extracted from the rocks.
So, what are the proper criteria for deciding whether to get involved? In my situation, I think I hesitated probably a lot longer than I should have, but other people would probably tell me I over reacted and should have minded my own business. Should one just trust their gut or are there specific criteria to look for? Every one is so worried about being accused of some wrong doing, I think we are afraid to do anything at all. I personally experienced that last night. However, I’m terrified by the notion that if my toddler somehow managed to get away from me somehow in a public garden, other parents might let her drown in the pool, run into traffic, or fall of a ledge because they were afraid of having to deal with a confrontation with me if they stepped in. So, how do you know when it’s appropriate to get involved? Thoughts?
My husband and daughter and I were visiting a city park in downtown St. Louis. It really is a neat place with free pools and sprinklers and gardens, sculptures, and walking paths. Especially on a summer night, there are always kids running back and forth and around each other and it’s difficult to tell who is “with who”. Anyway, there is an area of this park with a large open field in front of a rock formation that had a TV screen imbedded in the rock. The idea is that they show the Cardinals game or other sporting events and those who can’t afford to see it in person can spread out a picnic blanket and enjoy it among other fans for free. Leading up to the TV screen are several levels of faux rock formations and planters that children are free to climb on.
So anyway, my daughter and husband were busy running around in the field, which was mostly empty. There were a few adults sitting on benches on the far end of the field, mostly eating snacks and watching a women’s soccer game. There four or five kids climbing on the rock levels. I noticed right away there was a child who looked no older than 18 months climbing with the other kids, many of which weren’t giving him much space. Some of the drops on this thing are up to two feet, which probably wouldn’t hurt an older child, but wouldn’t do any good to a baby’s skull. I glanced around to see if there were any parents watching, but the only other adult was a man who had a similarly aged child in a single stroller. The other kids climbed down from the rocks and ran off, leaving the baby alone. After a few minutes of struggling to find a way down, the baby began to cry and I was getting to the point where I wanted to step in. I asked the stroller guy if the baby was his and he said “no”. The only other adults present were my own husband and three or four picnickers completely across the field and clearly more engrossed in the game than the plight of this toddler. Meanwhile, the baby was hanging backward off a two foot ledge and crying because he couldn’t get footing to get down. It’s normally my philosophy to let other people raise their own kids, however, I knew it was going to ruin the evening if the poor kid busted his head, so I stood up and began walking toward the rocks to try and help the little guy down. As soon as I did, one of the adults came running across the field, clearly more concerned about my nerve in approaching their child then the impending head injury. At least the baby was safely extracted from the rocks.
So, what are the proper criteria for deciding whether to get involved? In my situation, I think I hesitated probably a lot longer than I should have, but other people would probably tell me I over reacted and should have minded my own business. Should one just trust their gut or are there specific criteria to look for? Every one is so worried about being accused of some wrong doing, I think we are afraid to do anything at all. I personally experienced that last night. However, I’m terrified by the notion that if my toddler somehow managed to get away from me somehow in a public garden, other parents might let her drown in the pool, run into traffic, or fall of a ledge because they were afraid of having to deal with a confrontation with me if they stepped in. So, how do you know when it’s appropriate to get involved? Thoughts?