One day, you are walking down the street in New York City.  Minding 
your own business, you decide to sit on a park bench to relax and feed 
the pigeons.  The sun is warm in the Big Apple, and shines through the 
trees of central park even on this fall day.  Satisfied with your good 
deed, you leave the park.  On your way out, you stop briefly to pick up a
 piece of trash and notice an elderly person needing to get across the 
street.  Just as you see them off with a friendly wave and a toothy 
exchange of smiles, a bus slams into your body sending you flailing 
wildly into the air.  Fortunately, you are not dead, you are not 
paralyzed - you recover in intensive care, but one thing has changed: 
your brain.
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| Bad person or bad brain? | 
Traumatic
 brain injury is a serious matter, and it is more common than most 
people think.  The exalted impulse control center of your brain is no 
longer functioning, and your criminal pulse is rising - where before it 
did not exist at all.  Months after this fateful day, while hunching 
over a cane down the very same street late at night you notice 
something.  An elderly, but very wealthy individual has dropped their 
wallet, and though they seem to be fine otherwise, they just dropped 
credit cards, cash, and a checkbook all at once in that leather 
treasure.
Hospital bills, paid for; health, relatively good; but 
you just "have to have" a bit more in your pocket.  You scoop it up 
without a thought.  The elderly man turns protesting, and you smack him 
so hard with your cane he lands unconscious on the pavement.  A severe 
consequence of brain injury, you have now stepped the line from your 
previous injury free ethic - to evil.
Who is the victim?
When
 one's locus of control has been damaged - when that Xbox controller of 
your mind is missing one control stick to the point of calamity - you are 
limited in your choices.  Not only can you not play the game of life the
 right way, but when you do, nothing seems to work.  You cannot adapt, 
you cannot excel, and you certainly cannot avoid the potential pitfalls 
of ethics that everyday life presents.
Studies
 have shown that a history of traumatic brain injury is extraordinarily 
common among prisoners in jail, including in women. Is it ethical for prisoners who may have been previously functional 
members of society to be incarcerated for crimes that are essentially an
 extension of a damaged brain?  In addition, could treating traumatic brain injury reduce recidivism rates and be better for society as a whole?
Perhaps this is evolution's way of 
protecting the species in a time of violence.  However, in our more 
comfortable modern society such a response by a damaged brain is 
maladaptive, and one day it may be common policy to aide the repair of 
society's ill and forgotten incarcerated people.  When good brains go 
bad, it's bad for us all.