Where is our compassion?

I'll try to write this briefly. Basically, Wai Mun and I decided to celebrate Mother's Day dinner by going to a Chinese restaurant (that itself, is probably a mistake since it's Mother's Day, and the place will be jam-packed, but that's another story). Since it was jam-packed, it took some time for the food to come, so, as can be expected, Ryan would be pretty restless. We each took turns to take him out for a walk, but at 1 point in time, Wai Mun had to go to the restroom, so, she brought Ryan back into the restaurant, and for a time, he was messing around at the main door. Suddenly, the little guy was crying, and it didn't take long for us to notice that he accidentally got his little finger trapped in between the 2 glass door panels. We rushed to him immediately, but here's where I got really incensed: there was a table FULL of people (around 10 people) right next to the door (just as we were also sitted next to the door, opposite from them), and all they did when it happened, was made the kind of sound that we all do whenever a child has done something wrong, and they didn't even move an inch to help or check what happened.

I'm not expecting anyone to jump from their seats and offer their help or assistance, but I felt really disgusted that the only thing a table of people could do was just made the kind of sound our parents would make when we did something wrong as children. If you're not going to help, and you have no intention to help in any way whatsoever, my suggestion would be...stay quiet and remain as you are (I'm preventing myself from writing more colourful words here).

This reminds me so much of the article that I read, where people would stare at Parkinson sufferers instead of helping them or just letting them go about their doings without making them unnecessarily embarassed just by staring at them.