Driving down a deserted road at midnight, I spotted a man walking in the rain. I debated whether to stop but eventually pulled over. He got in, dripping wet, and thanked me.
“Where are you headed?” I asked.
“Just down the road,” he said, his eyes fixed on the windshield. We drove in silence. The radio buzzed with static.
After a few minutes, he muttered, “You should be more careful picking up strangers.”
“Yeah, I know,” I replied nervously.
Suddenly, he turned to me with a grin. “But not tonight. You’re safe.” That man turned out to be a very kind and good person who was simply going through tough times. I’m glad I helped him back then.
