There is a bully and a victim. And then there is the bystander, which is a unique and spectacular role because it’s a person who is not involved in a situation but has a powerful role in stopping the situation. According to the dictionary a bystander is a person present but not involved. How can you not feel something for the victim? How can you be okay with it? How can someone not offer any help in an emergency situation to a victim? Although we might not be involved in what’s happening, our behaviors can contribute to what takes place. Sometimes, we can even make the situation worse just by cheering, laughing and encouraging. Most of the time, when we notice a fight or someone saying something ruinous to another person, we simply ignore it and continue with our lives. Why don’t we see that the victim is seeking help and can’t stand up for themselves. Why don’t we help in these situations? Why do we sometimes put our moral instincts in shackles? These are the questions that haunt al
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