When I lived in Chicago I saw the aftermath of a car/moped accident up close. I had just gotten off the L at Western and was walking to the north exit. To my ri

When I lived in Chicago I saw the aftermath of a car/moped accident up close. I had just gotten off the L at Western and was walking to the north exit. To my right was a moped turning left under the tracks and to my left was a sedan driving out of an alley, also turning under the tracks. I heard a crunch and a group of people at the exit all jumped and rushed over. I hadn't seen the actual accident, but feared the worst. Once I was street level the group that had rushed over had already called 911, was comforting the person on the moped (they were fine, at most concussed), and directing traffic around the accident. I ended up leaving because there wasn't anything to do and didn't want to get in the way. 60 seconds was all it took for a group of strangers to provide an overwhelming amount of help. Walking home, I heard the siren of the ambulance, but that eventually faded as I walked another block or so, the scene of the accident swallowed by the vastness of the city. I probably walked past a couple hundred people or so that evening, all of them unaware of what had happened under Western, yet filled with the hope all of them could provide an overwhelming amount of help.