Right Or Wrong? When you’re too late to help

I was leaving my late evening class, rushing to cross one side of the intersection before the crosswalk changed to red, when I heard a loud, audible “SMACK”.  When I turned to look down, I saw two unopened, freshly-brought boxes of cigarettes had fallen onto the pavement just behind a salaryman’s feet. They had clearly fallen out of his leather satchel.

He turned his head, as if he heard the sound of their fall, and so I said nothing as I dashed to the other side.  I paused on the corner, waiting for the crosswalk to change so I could cross again to the opposite side of the street.  He and I were now on parallel corners going briefly in the same direction.

I watched him as he laughed with his co-workers, never looking down or noticing he had lost his cigarettes.  Not wanting to shout across the corner, I tried to wave and point, but he was oblivious.

As we crossed, separated by the street, he still didn’t notice.  Once I was on my corner, I tried to wave again, but he never looked over, too immersed in laughing with his co-workers.

I glanced at the packs still laying on the ground just in time to see three Japanese college boys walk over, bend down, and pick them up. They hi-fived each other at their find and stuffed them in their pockets before walking down another road to a restaurant they were heading to.

I glanced up the street to see the salaryman walking away and down the street to see the college students going the opposite.  I wondered if I should run up and explain, but now I’d have to say that the college students took it.

Either way it could get nasty.

In the end, I let it go.

It was only probably about $8 in cigarettes and smoking is a bad habit, yet I felt I should have done more.  I wish I had responded at the time and not worried more for getting across the street before the light changed.

Once things escalated — the boys picking up the packs — it reached a point of no return.  In Japan, what those college men did would be viewed as stealing.

I would personally view it as a kind of thievery, even if not the full on malicious type.  Several people I know from other countries might not consider it so and say “Finders keepers”.  However, the general consensus I get in Japan is that taking something that’s not yours, whether lost by the other person, is still thievery.

Either way, I felt kind of bad for the guy.  Then again, maybe it’s a sign from above that he needs to stop smoking?

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When I was in my twenties, I moved to Japan and met a man there. We embarked on our adventure through life and love. I have lived with him in Japan ever since. We want to start a family, but that is proving difficult. I struggle with infertility. We almost had a child, but that ended in tragedy. Now we enjoy each day and hope that one day we'll hear the pitter-patter of little feet and the bubbly laughter of a child. In the meantime, I enjoy writing, love, studying, traveling, and working. These posts are my thoughts and stories of my life here.

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