The four strangers each sat in a separate corner of the room, staring at each other. One was an airline pilot, one was a sheriff, one was an alcoholic and one was a Wal-Mart Employee. They were all extremely uncomfortable. They all judged each other harshly.

The senator thought the Wal-Mart employee was a hick. The sheriff thought the alcoholic was an asshole. The alcoholic thought the senator was a crook. The Wal-Mart employee thought the sheriff was a bigoted pig. The senator thought the airline pilot was promiscuous. And the airline pilot thought the alcoholic a retard.

They all had their secrets, of course. One was gay, and one was dyslexic. One had accidentally killed his twin sister when he was five years old. One had been molested by his Mother when he was eleven.

Despite all their differences, they thought the same thing, “Why doesn’t someone get up and help her?”

A young woman was in the middle of the room, bleeding from a particular nasty cut across her abdomen. Nobody got up, and nobody called for help. They just sat there, staring, and judging one another.

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