A moral dilemma on the border

Americans are milling about watching thousands of Sand Hill Cranes fifteen miles north of the Mexican border. In their midst is one illegal Mexican who must have crossed the border last night. The Mexican is sitting on a park bench beside an American who has no clue he is illegal. Earlier the illegal asked Ruth for a ride north. Ruth gave him a sandwich and a bottle of water. Later Lord Kadizzle managed to procure a banana, an orange, and a piece of pizza for him. The north bound man offered Kadizzle some large bill to drive him North. Kadizzle refused. After awhile the poor man headed north across the desert. What do you do? Here is a man who probably slept last night in some very cold weather with no shelter. He is bound to get caught by the border patrol a little north of here. The prevailing attitude seems to be live and let live. What if he does not make it and freezes or dies? Should we have called the border patrol? The whole situation is sad. Amongst Americans teeming with wealth one man sits while rich Americans bird watch. It is almost like having someonne die in your midst and not noticing. There is something strangely wrong in this world. You cannot put your finger on it, but when you see it first hand, it just strike you as strange. It is like going to a hanging, and saying, "My that was a nice rope they hung him with", but you took no notice of the guy at the end of the rope. A very strange world we live in. While we watch birds a guy heads off in the distance and disappears into the desert. Will we be asked about this in our next life?