THERE are many aspects of modern life which make me despair at the state of the world today - from big business dodging tax to the rising popularity of the onesie.
But none more so than the lack of community spirit which I experienced when I slipped on my way to work and hit my head on the kerb.
As I lay on the ground, three people walked straight past without a second glance.
The biggest injury I sustained was to my pride but, as I got myself up, I wondered - is Sheffield in danger of becoming a city of people who just walk past?
Social media means passers-by seem more likely to have snapped a photo of me lying on the pavement to post on Twitter than to ask if I was okay.
Do our iPads, self-service checkouts and mobile phones threaten to kill off what community spirit we have left?
Not if I can help it.
Sheffield is a friendlier city than most, granted, but there is still room for improvement.
I have embarked on a personal crusade to keep community spirit alive.
It’s not the Big Society I’m after - just a sense that society still exists. But I can’t do it alone.
I’m talking to you in the pinstripes, sitting on the overcrowded bus playing with your smartphone while an old lady is forced to stand.
And you, the grumpy old bloke who pushed in front of me at Poundland.
We all need to be a little more like hero taxi driver Mick Sheldon to ensure this city’s greatest asset is always the people who live here.