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.
On a dark street, if you were alone, I wouldn't recommend it....
But that's common sense, which you have in abundance.
Bundances are good places to carry things. It's nice to be able to say "I have common sense/food/ponies in a Bundance".
If you say "I have friends in a Bundance", I say "I hope it's big enough and has air holes".
It's late, and I'm babbling. Sorry...but not sorry enough to delete this before posting :)
Warning: stolen tagline follows
I guess I am thinking of a young man who hit me up for money and a ride when I was leaving the hospital after volunteering the day, telling me he had no money and no one wuld help him to the bus station, and that yes, he had talked with the Pastoral Care director about money, even though I had spent the morning making rounds with him and could I please just give him a ride, when my truck was amongst a hundred other cars in a large parking lot and no one around to see it happen.
That, and he ended practically every phrase with some exclamation to God...not in itself a bad thing, but I was acutely conscious that there was no one else around.
I felt bad turning him down, but all I could think of was "what if he dragged me off somewhere."
Like I said, I'll probably get a good talking to by Christ for that one, but I had been attacked in that area before. I was lucky that day.
I guess I am thinking of a young man who hit me up for money and a ride when I was leaving the hospital after volunteering the day, telling me he had no money and no one wuld help him to the bus station, and that yes, he had talked with the Pastoral Care director about money, even though I had spent the morning making rounds with him and could I please just give him a ride, when my truck was amongst a hundred other cars in a large parking lot and no one around to see it happen.
That, and he ended practically every phrase with some exclamation to God...not in itself a bad thing, but I was acutely conscious that there was no one else around.
I felt bad turning him down, but all I could think of was "what if he dragged me off somewhere."
Like I said, I'll probably get a good talking to by Christ for that one, but I had been attacked in that area before. I was lucky that day.