Funny you ask.
I was walking with a friend through a parking lot and Tom Brady was there getting into his car. A squirrel attacked his leg and was chewing on it. I was able to shoo the squirrel away. But he was lying on the ground in the parking lot unconscious afterwards. Me and the friend just walked away. A while down the road, I thought, oh shit, we should check on him. We went back, he was still unconscious. We brought him into a big room that looked like a space they use as a hurricane shelter. There were some medics there so we left him with them. It was a big news story the next day that he was injured, but he was able to play in his next game.
I think it was about social anxiety. I didn't want to get involved, do the right thing, do the useful thing, because I didn't want to bother Tom Brady. But, I was able to get past that and help him, even though it took a second for it all to click. It's a tension I experience in my life. I always want to do the difficult and right thing, and I often do, but it's been a lifetime of work learning to push past my more default state, which is the easy road of not getting involved.
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