Yep...uncharitable. Thing is I *am* a bad judge of character.
Everyone is afraid of the unknown. Poor people aren't all unknown for me. I wasn't about to give this guy a ride, but he wasn't a threat there in the parking lot. Just really down and out. And hurt. I don't know who beat him up or why, but it makes me feel pretty dang lucky that I've never been totally alone without someone I could call for help.