There was a thin, darkly tanned, blonde woman crying on the way home from grabbing my girls some dinner last night. She was on the edge of the road, but as cars came over the hill in the dusk; she was causing vehicles to slam in their brakes.
She had a pink glitter backpack and a black purse.
Is that what made her seem less dangerous to me? I don’t know; but without a second thought I made a u-turn, pushed my hazard light button and pulled up beside her when the traffic subsided. I asked her to get in my car and let me at take her to somewhere safe.
I have never in my life put a stranger in my car. I’m the worlds “good girl”; or as Gwen Stefani would say, “I’m Just A Girl in the World; that’s all that they’ll let me be”
She seemed hesitant as I made a quick promise to just take her to a parking lot closer and let her get some water to recover from heat. She crawled in my car and balled up and sobbed.
Pandemic and all, I patted this stranger like we had be friends for life.
I have no idea what came over me.
I picked up a grown woman walking on the side of the road. It was dangerous. It was reckless. It was nothing I could help. I was compelled and I can’t even say I regret it.
By the time I left her at a park where she wanted to go for the night, I was in tears like I was leaving a friend in the darkness alone.
Y’all.
I have no idea if I have hit rock bottom with this divorce, chronic illness, and pandemic crap or if it’s all just really this sad, but I have thought of her all night. If that’s even her real name.
I cried for 2 hours after I left her and I was up again at 3:30 in tears.
Be careful how far up your high horse sits. I fear we are all one mistake, one job loss, one health issue away from a similar day on the side of the road.
Would you want someone to pick you up?
I always tell my kids never say never or always.
Seriously, people. 