I’ve read that people tend to regret action that ends badly more than inaction that ends badly, and for the past few days, I have been trying to educate myself about inaction and why people fail to act in moments of crisis. Here’s why: The other day my sweet little puppy was attacked by a giant, Cerebus-type creature while we were out on a walk. I won’t spare you the details: it took six people to get this monster off my dog; there was blood everywhere; people were screaming. After, the owner just shrugged and walked away, while my puppy needed multiple stitches, sedation, and weeks (if not months) of repair—to his psyche, for starters.
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