Because now I'm going to ask you another question - do you pick up hitchhikers?
That’s a tricky question—whether we would ever pick up hitchhikers. On one hand, they might be in desperate need of help, but on the other, you never truly know a person’s intentions.
I remember a time when my spouse and I were traveling at night on a very dark, desolate road. There were no streetlights, not even the reflective cat’s eyes on the road. We had taken a route off the main highway, heading toward a town, passing through what felt like a forest. It was around 1 a.m.—morning or night, however you want to put it—but it was pitch dark.
Out of nowhere, an old man tried to signal us to stop. He was asking for a lift. At that time, we had no children. I was newly married, possibly wearing some jewelry… but no, we didn’t stop.
On this occasion, I'm now beginning to wonder if this isn't just a matter of discretion - either you can or you can't reasonably judge when to stop and when not to. And that it has nothing to do with whether you are a good person or not. For I had begun to confuse things and to be afraid about myself, but probably there is no reason for that 🤔