After a long workday, I was making my way home when I heard a loud, angry voice. Following the sound, I saw a man berating a woman in a park. She stood still, head lowered, trembling. People walked by, casting quick glances but doing nothing. My chest tightened with frustration.
I pulled out my phone and started recording. “Hey,” I called out. “Smile for the camera.”
The man turned, confusion flashing across his face before anger took over. He took a step toward me, but I didn’t back down. “Touch me, and this video goes viral,” I warned. Others had started recording, their presence adding pressure. The man hesitated, then threw her purse down and stormed off.
I approached the woman gently. “Are you okay?”
Tears filled her eyes as she nodded. Strangers stepped in, offering support. A lawyer gave her a card, and someone confirmed the police were on their way.
That night, I realized that small actions can make a big difference. I hadn’t just witnessed something—I had intervened. And that, I knew, had changed everything.
