One morning a woman in my exercise class told a group of us that her husband had a heart attack and he was admitted to the hospital.
I did a stereotypical male thing: I saw the small crowd congregate around her (oh, oh, that doesn’t look good), heard just enough to categorize the situation, and I left the room. Several others–those who chose to stay and hear her out–reported the news after they exited.
Is there anything I could have done to help? Was there something I should have done differently? I’m trying to change. Nobody is perfect. We all make mistakes. I will try harder next time to do the right thing.
Footnote: She passed away less than a month later.