A dramatic event in downtown San Francisco renewed Richard Swerdlow’s faith in human nature. Here’s his Perspective.
It was rush hour on Market Street in San Francisco's Financial District — usual afternoon throngs rushing, clutching briefcases hurrying to BART. As I waited to cross the street a motorcycle rider came roaring through the intersection and suddenly lost his balance. The bike tipped over and went down skidding along the street while the rider hurtled across the asphalt, coming to a stop motionless in the middle of the street.
There was a stunned silence. Then everyone sprung into action. Cell phones whipped out calls to 911. Men in business suits rushed into the street holding arms out to block traffic. Cars and buses screeched to a stop as a woman ran into the street bending over the bleeding rider.
"I'm a nurse," she shouted.
Another woman hurried to join her. I overheard her say she was a doctor. A guy in a Starbucks apron sprinted over with bottles of water and towels.