To be A Passerby or More

It's dementia alert again and my mother needs to sleep or else her fears will get worse and so will her blood pressure. Dealing with dementia is mentally taxing, emotionally draining, and physically tiring. There's two of us alternately dealing with it and still we need help.
How easily others can just pass by. My sister said her Jesus prayer and went off, she has something to do. My nephew bid goodbye and had to accompany his girlfriend's mother. Yes, so easily we can find excuse helping other. We have duties to attend to. We have business that is urgent. So on and on.
Yes, I am reminded of the parable of the good Samaritan. How easily others went their way . It is the same with the young Chinese, Yue-Yue, laying wounded on the road while many can pass by with their duties to attend to.
To help someone requires time and effort. It requires giving a part of ourselves engaging our body, heart, mind, and soul. Sometimes being stained and strrained in the process.
Yes, it can happen, we can choose to be passersby or choose to be involved. We can detach ourselves or find our connection with another. Some situations render the choice difficult. We can understand why others pass by but we certainly need more people who can spend a little of themselves for others.