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I always think to myself that I should stop and help, but then I hesitate and the moments gone.
My dad stops and helps people all the time and I remember once when I was about 12 my family was driving home from the mall during a snowstorm and we passed this kid walking with just a light jacket on. My dad stopped and I got out and asked him if he wanted a ride, which he accepted. He lived right around the corner from us and after that we were friends until he moved away. So I always think I should help people like that still, but I'm just too scared of the possible ramifications. Maybe I am just paranoid, but I always hold myself back.
The flip side of this is a few years ago my dad called me up and made me promise over and over that I would never try to change a flat tire on a busy highway. He said just keep driving and exit off even if you ruin the rim. My mom tells me later that he passed a woman during rush hour the morning before with a flat she was trying to change and he almost stopped but was in a big hurry. Literally minutes later she was killed by a passing semi and he saw it on the news that night. I think he's still kind of bothered by that. Of course I think if he was helping her, that might have been him killed by that semi.
(sorry this got so loooooong!)
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Thought for the day: Men are like fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it's up to the women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.
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