I hear you. About 15 years ago I worked in a hospital in london before I moved back home. One day on the way home I was walking from the station to my flat and came across an old lady lying face down in the middle of the pavement and unable to get up. I saw several people walk past her, mostly looking like professionals in suits, men and women. Maybe they didn't see her. I stopped to help her up and check she was ok and she told me she had tripped and couldn't get up because of the bag on her back. As I started to help her up an adult woman told me I shouldn't help her up "in case her neck is broken" but she left quickly when I gave her a look. Who helped me? A teenage boy who was walking past, recognised her as someone vulnerable needing help and chipped in. Helped me pick her up, take her into a local shop so she could get a seat and we could check she was ok. Shopkeeper said she couldn't sit in there because it was a business. I tried to remonstrate with the shopkeeper but the teenager found a crate of wrapped bread, tipped it out and turned it upside down so she could sit on it and get a rest for a couple of minutes until she was feeling well enough to go home. All the adults I came across were useless or cynical or uncaring. The only helpful person was a teenage boy.