After spending Thanksgiving dinner with my family I was driving alone on my way home from Toledo. It was pouring down rain and further down the highway I could vaguely see the figure of a person taking shelter under an overpass. When I got closer I realized he was a hitchhiker. He was a man in his late 40�s wearing a very large dark coat with his hood up-- he looked soaked to the bone. As I passed him I met his eyes. A second later I looked in my rearview mirror to see his raised arm and thumb go back to his side as he waited for the next car to pass. For the next hour I wrested with myself about whether or not I should turn around and picked him up. After that I grasped for a good reason why I didn�t. The only thing I came up with was that I felt threatened; if the man was aggressive, he could have easily overpowered me for whatever reason. But I can�t help but feeling guilty anyway. On the chance that he was a kind man just trying to get home, was it worth the risk to pass him by? I�m still not sure.
10:00 p.m. - 2010-12-03
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