To the Editor:
One night last week, as I was walking away from the rec center, I noticed a girl walking in the other direction rubbing her arm and crying. Still in my post-workout daze, I thought it was odd, but did not think to stop and ask her if she was OK until well after we had passed each other. As I walked, I started to become angry with myself for not taking the time to stop and ask this girl, a fellow student, why she was crying and what was causing her pain.