Culminating Writing Assignment of Creativity
It was May 12, 2015. Sang Do had just finished exercising at YMCA. A fairly bright day, he recalls. As he was drying his hair he walked towards the Metro Bus stop located at 3rd and Western. Waiting for the 207 headed south, he stood there. Feeling sore and tired of exercising and carrying luggage, he took a seat on the green chair as he waited for the next bus.
He had planned to see his girlfriend. On the far distance an orange streak of light shine into Sang Do's eyes. Ah yes, the long-awaited 207 had arrived. Upon the arrival of the bus Sang Do stood there as other people went in first. Common courtesy he thought. Alas, in he went. He was to exit the bus at 8th and Western, where Ralphs was located. He went to the vegetable aisle assuming that she was there. And there she was- a short girl with long hair that had slight yellow highlights that were fading away. She was picking avocados, and as he approached her, she turned, and smiled, as he did too.
While looking for vegetables, a woman approached the two. She needed help, and, assuming that we were Korean, she asked if we can help her find the products that she needed. Sang Do wasn't prone to helping strangers for his unusually shy behavior but his girlfriend insisted. Her Korean skills weren't so great so Sang Do helped the woman. She was in search of flower wrappings for her son was to graduate USC. After helping the woman out, the two headed towards the bus stop. This time the bus arrived fairly quick. Sang Do's girlfriend got off the bus on 9th and western. They waved goodbye and off she went. Sang Do sat down on a seat, feeling good about helping the woman earlier.
When the bus came to Western and Olympic, there was an argument in the middle of the bus, a loud scream and everyone had their eyes on the middle of the bus. Two African Americans, a man and a woman, were arguing. What they were arguing about Sang Do did not know. It was chaos. The man stood up infuriated and screamed at the woman. A child nearby tightly grasped onto her mother's arms as she started crying. Screaming, children crying, but not a single sound of anyone trying to stop them. Nobody. The bus driver was watching everything, but he didn't take any action. Instead, he watched, and drove on. Sang Do sat in the front of the bus next to the bus driver. He had helped a woman earlier at Ralph's, why couldn't he take any action here? Was it because no one else took action?
The bus stopped at the next stop, 11th and Western. The woman arguing with the man got off. The man followed. Everybody saw the two get off the bus. As soon as they were off the bus, the man grasped the woman in a choke hold. He tugged at the woman's jacket and attempted to punch her. The woman tried to defend herself. Everyone, including Sang Do, took no action upon seeing this. Sang Do turned to the bus driver, who was looking at the rear mirror. He saw everything unfold, yet took no action other than driving away from the fight towards the next stop.
Then came Sang Do's stop, Western and Pico. He got off and faced North, the direction in which the fight had occurred. If he stopped them, if anyone stopped them, what would've happened? Are people too scared to help strangers nowadays? What stopped Sang Do from taking action? As he walked home, he thought these things, and still ponders on it today.
He had planned to see his girlfriend. On the far distance an orange streak of light shine into Sang Do's eyes. Ah yes, the long-awaited 207 had arrived. Upon the arrival of the bus Sang Do stood there as other people went in first. Common courtesy he thought. Alas, in he went. He was to exit the bus at 8th and Western, where Ralphs was located. He went to the vegetable aisle assuming that she was there. And there she was- a short girl with long hair that had slight yellow highlights that were fading away. She was picking avocados, and as he approached her, she turned, and smiled, as he did too.
While looking for vegetables, a woman approached the two. She needed help, and, assuming that we were Korean, she asked if we can help her find the products that she needed. Sang Do wasn't prone to helping strangers for his unusually shy behavior but his girlfriend insisted. Her Korean skills weren't so great so Sang Do helped the woman. She was in search of flower wrappings for her son was to graduate USC. After helping the woman out, the two headed towards the bus stop. This time the bus arrived fairly quick. Sang Do's girlfriend got off the bus on 9th and western. They waved goodbye and off she went. Sang Do sat down on a seat, feeling good about helping the woman earlier.
When the bus came to Western and Olympic, there was an argument in the middle of the bus, a loud scream and everyone had their eyes on the middle of the bus. Two African Americans, a man and a woman, were arguing. What they were arguing about Sang Do did not know. It was chaos. The man stood up infuriated and screamed at the woman. A child nearby tightly grasped onto her mother's arms as she started crying. Screaming, children crying, but not a single sound of anyone trying to stop them. Nobody. The bus driver was watching everything, but he didn't take any action. Instead, he watched, and drove on. Sang Do sat in the front of the bus next to the bus driver. He had helped a woman earlier at Ralph's, why couldn't he take any action here? Was it because no one else took action?
The bus stopped at the next stop, 11th and Western. The woman arguing with the man got off. The man followed. Everybody saw the two get off the bus. As soon as they were off the bus, the man grasped the woman in a choke hold. He tugged at the woman's jacket and attempted to punch her. The woman tried to defend herself. Everyone, including Sang Do, took no action upon seeing this. Sang Do turned to the bus driver, who was looking at the rear mirror. He saw everything unfold, yet took no action other than driving away from the fight towards the next stop.
Then came Sang Do's stop, Western and Pico. He got off and faced North, the direction in which the fight had occurred. If he stopped them, if anyone stopped them, what would've happened? Are people too scared to help strangers nowadays? What stopped Sang Do from taking action? As he walked home, he thought these things, and still ponders on it today.
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