Not my Miami

I was born in Miami in 1953. I moved back to assist my mother, who was also born in this city in 1930.

I recently had my car battery go bad. One man stopped to say he was impressed with the fact I had jumper cables in my trunk, being a female, asking if I knew how to use them.

With my hood and trunk open, a number of customers walked by and not one single sole offered assistance.

The people of Miami have become selfish and uncaring. Miami is no longer my Miami.

This story was originally published January 24, 2016 at 12:00 PM with the headline "Not my Miami."