Answering to
this question feels specially relevant in these times. All the bad
news from the media about crimes in every corner of the planet often
made me jump to the conclusion.
But one
“unfortunate” incidence I encountered got my mind cleared on the
answer.
It was definitely a blessing in disguise.
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I was 23 weeks
pregnant. Fortunately, baby is doing well.
It happened on
Halloween (10/31) in the last week of my 4 weeks vacation.
I was even suspicious, wondering if it was the deed of some mischievous spirits, but according to the story of a Westerner who has been living in the village of Agonda for a long time, there has been numerous accidents at the same spot every year and many have lost their lives there.
A gaping hole of about 3 cm (2 inch) in diameter occupied my knee which looked like a pomegranate was the most powerful impression from the scene of the accident. The middle of the shin was protruding by about 2 cm (1.5 inch). There was no doubt that it was broken.
Fortunately, perhaps because of the shock from the accident, and thanks to goddess, the pain was barely there to be felt.
So many local Indians and tourists from the West came to help while I was waiting for ambulance for 40 minutes and my heart was filled with healing energy from human kindness.
One of them was a Canadian man who took out some homeopathic medicine from his bag to “ease the shock from the accident” and gave it to me. He also took out a piece of paper to write down the name of private hospital nearby.
If I he didn't stop for me, I would not have been able to reach the fully equipped hospital where I was treated.

Three young Tibetans who I just met the day before the accident just happened to pass by the scene. They were so worried and accompanied me to the hospital following the an ambulance. They were on a short vacation but they spent hours just to keep me company.
The government managed hospital that I was first taken to looked like a slightly better version of a first aid room in elementary school and it was obviously ill equipped to treat the injury I sustained. So I asked them to call ambulance from the other private hospital 23 km away following the Canadian man's recommendation.
I arrived there one hour later and was admitted to the hospital.

The shin bone was broken in two places so I was operated to put a metal pin to stabilize the bone at 6 am the next day. They also closed the gaping pomegranate hole in the knee. They couldn't give me general anesthesia because I was pregnant, so they gave me partial anesthesia that numbed only my legs. Of course, there was no pain during the surgery, but a hand drill and hammer appeared during the operation, and the noise and impact that I felt in the left leg reminded me of a car repair.
While I was staying in the hospital for 7 days after the surgery, I was touched by the sincere kindness of the Indian nurses and staff and it nearly brought tears to my eyes.
A native Goan, Ganesha is a security guard at the hospital. He's a man in his 30's with macho mustache that gave him a rugged look sporting a khaki uniform. He stopped in my hospital room every night while he made the routine round, touching my left foot as if he was touching the foot of some saint, then gesturing like he was praying to God in the sky with both hands up in the air.

A young Indian lady housekeeper with big dark sparkling eyes. She talked to me often with limited English encouraging me to cheer up. Her smile was that of an angel.
A couple of Swiss women, one of their husbands and their American friend who I just met the day before the accident visited me by taking a taxi all the way from a distance. They were on vacation but they came all the way to see me even if we just met. Their compassion made me bow down in respect.
On the way back to Amsterdam from Goa which took about 24 hours door to door from the hospital to home, I also met so many people with so much kindness.

When I needed to get on the shuttle bus going to Delhi international airport from the domestic airport, a Russian man helped me to lift up my wheelchair to the bus. He was using a cane because he himself had some problem with his left leg but he just helped as a matter of course even without being asked.
After we arrived at the International airport, he was still waiting to help me get off the bus. I told him that he didn't have to because I was waiting for another wheelchair, and he clutched my arm tightly with a big smile as if to say “Take care” and got off the bus. A silver cross was shining under his shirt.
While I was waiting for a wheelchair sitting on the aisle side seat, the petite Asian young woman who was sitting next to me on the window side waited patiently without even rushing to get off the bus. When a wheelchair came 10 minutes later, she carried my one side with her petite body to help me get off the bus while my partner Tenzin helped me on the other side. I said thank you, and she smiled as if to say “This is nothing” and walked away in silence.
The Indian Singaporean man who gave up his lounge seat inside Delhi airport. He was on the long way back to Singapore waiting half a day for the next plane. I am sure he would have liked to kept sleeping there.
The young woman at the Air France check-in counter gave me four seats with no extra charge so that I can lie down during the 9 hour flight from Delhi to Paris. Thanks to her, I was able to rest fully.

The flight attendant who took extra care of me with her angelic smile in the Air France's flight. You don't even know how relaxed I felt during the long flight to Paris thanks to your smile.
The male staff at KLM Airline counter who gave me 3 seats with no extra charge so that I could stretch my legs in the flight from Paris to Amsterdam. He rushed to me where I was sitting near the counter upon realizing my situation to give me the upgrade after checking my boarding pass from Delhi airport.
After I arrived home in Amsterdam, Yasu, a Japanese friend of mine who is a shiatsu master rushed to treat me with a special “energy bar” from Japan. The swelling in my leg got considerably better after his treatment.
Floris, a Dutch friend of mine who specializes in electro acupuncture, visited me with all the heavy equipment to treat me for 2 hours. I was able to move my knee surprisingly better after his treatment.

And my partner, Tenzin from Tibet. He looked after me 24/7 in the Indian hospital since the beginning when I was so down that I couldn't even eat by myself.
After we came home in Amsterdam, I was very grouchy because I wasn't feeling well. But he gave me sponge bath every morning, cooked for me, did all cleaning & laundry, and even took care of my toilet needs. I'm sure he was pretty tired himself, but he never appeared unpleasant even if I had to wake him up so many times in the middle of the night.
I have been able to live comfortably in the past 3 weeks even if I cannot walk at the moment because I have been surrounded by all these compassionate people.
I am sending my sincere gratitude to all the kind heart that I was fortunate to feel because of the accident.
There is no border in the human mind. There is only pure kindness as a human being.
My friends, please do not feel despair because of the bad news that seem to permeate our current society. Know that it's just a few bad apples who are responsible for them but the majority of us are very kind just like the people I encountered.
Also, the mere fact you have read this article about other kind people this far shows that you are indeed kind as well because people are usually interested in something they resonate with.
Human kindness is everywhere if you want to see it. Just pay attention and you will notice abundance of it around you.

My answer to the question, “Are human beings innately good or bad?” is glaring clear to me now.
Gassho.