I don't do it often, but every so often I pick up a hitchhiker. And I know...it's dangerous. But there are just times it seems like the right thing to do. I have picked up friends of Mike's. I have picked up a woman hitching in the rain. And the other day I picked up a hitchhiker laying on the side of the road.
When we passed him he put out his thumb and we pulled over a little bit down the road. He didn't hear us and got on his phone. So we left. We got almost all the way to BG and decided we really needed to turn back around and go get him. It was upper 70's and a little humid that day. He was an old guy who reminded me of Papa (until he got in the car). We pulled up just after the firetruck left. Someone had called 911 for him.
So we gave him a ride back to BG. He was 64 years old and had rode with someone to Vancouver and then ended up stranded. His truck was in BG at the old barn they are dismantling. He talked the whole way and was chipper and happy to have a ride. He had already walked a long way because no one stopped. He offered us old wood from the barn and that would have been great if we were crafty. But alas I told him to just pay it forward or maybe someday I will need a ride.
I live with a lot of fears. But I try not to let those fears define me. And so once in awhile we pick up hitchhikers.
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