Did I fail?
Nov. 2nd, 2016 10:19 amLast night, after the light rail dropped me off at my stop, as I was walking to my car a woman who had been on the train started walking toward the street, then stopped and asked me, "Excuse me, how far is it from here to Tacoma?"
"Tacoma?" I said. "Are you walking?" She nodded. "It's 15 miles from here to Tacoma."
"I thought... I thought Federal Way was just down that way."
"Yeah, about four miles. Then, Fife I think, then Tacoma." She was a thin woman wearing only a thin hoody. It was 51°F out, night was coming soon, and it was drizzling.
"Really 15 miles?"
"Yeah. This is exit... 151, and the dome's at 136, so, yeah, 15 miles. And that's before you actually get into the city. It's at least a half-day's walk."
"A half day?"
"I can do twenty miles on a good day with good boots, yeah."
She looked downtrodden. "Okay, thanks. Gotta cigarette?"
"I don't smoke, sorry."
She nodded and started walking.
I later realized I was off by one mile; the freeway exit is 150, so it was only 14 miles. I suspected she hadn't even paid to be on the train, but had ghosted, which is risky but if you're lucky the transit fare people will miss your train and won't check your pass.
Encounters like this are the opposite of dealing with crazy people on transit. I wanted to help, but I didn't feel I could offer it, and she didn't feel she could ask for more. We aren't taught how to deal with stories like this, and I wish I understood better why we aren't, and what I could have done differently.
"Tacoma?" I said. "Are you walking?" She nodded. "It's 15 miles from here to Tacoma."
"I thought... I thought Federal Way was just down that way."
"Yeah, about four miles. Then, Fife I think, then Tacoma." She was a thin woman wearing only a thin hoody. It was 51°F out, night was coming soon, and it was drizzling.
"Really 15 miles?"
"Yeah. This is exit... 151, and the dome's at 136, so, yeah, 15 miles. And that's before you actually get into the city. It's at least a half-day's walk."
"A half day?"
"I can do twenty miles on a good day with good boots, yeah."
She looked downtrodden. "Okay, thanks. Gotta cigarette?"
"I don't smoke, sorry."
She nodded and started walking.
I later realized I was off by one mile; the freeway exit is 150, so it was only 14 miles. I suspected she hadn't even paid to be on the train, but had ghosted, which is risky but if you're lucky the transit fare people will miss your train and won't check your pass.
Encounters like this are the opposite of dealing with crazy people on transit. I wanted to help, but I didn't feel I could offer it, and she didn't feel she could ask for more. We aren't taught how to deal with stories like this, and I wish I understood better why we aren't, and what I could have done differently.
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Date: 2016-11-02 09:56 pm (UTC)that's on the practical side of things, emotionally, socially, there is no good answer. A situation like that i'd want to offer them a lift. I don't have a habit of being a serial killer, but lots of victims thought the ride they accepted from their killers was safe too. By that same token, Hypothermia deaths normally top 1000 per year, and you don't need to be in a blizzard. one soaking splash from a puddle or the persistent drizzle you mentioned, plus a stiff breeze in 40-50°F weather, and you can be Having A Bad Time reaaaaly quickly. And then ya hafta go try and sleep wondering what became of them.
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Date: 2016-11-03 12:20 am (UTC)I'm curious why you "didn't feel you could offer" help to this woman?
I totally get why she didn't feel she could ask for help, but I don't understand what blocked you from rendering it? I don't mean to sound harsh, but in an uncomfortable situation where there is a significant power/privilege imbalance, I believe it is incumbent upon the person with more power/privilege to do the right thing.
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Date: 2016-11-03 04:21 am (UTC)I'm pretty much agreed with you on what one ought to do.