Most of my life I've attempted to avoid both hithch-hikng and picking up hitch-hickers, but a couple weeks ago after I drove past somebody thumbing for a ride, I felt a pang of remorse. "It wouldn't have done you any harm to have given that person a ride," I told myself, vowing the pick up the next person seeking help.
An hour or so, I nearly did it again, but at the last minute, I stopped and offered a young lady a ride. Unfortunately, she was going from Concord to Claremont, and I was heading south to Manchester, but I gave her a ride to the I-89 exchance. She was a young mother trying to get home to take care of her daughter; darkness was two hours away; and she seemed worried.
Not only did I give her a ride, but I gave her some money--not a lot, but enough for a soda.
Had I been heading up to my brother's in Vermont, I would have gone out of my way and taken her into Claremont, but it was not to be.
But you know what, I felt better for having stopped and helped her...albeit it just a little. I felt about as good as I did when I helped Rep. Peter Leishman pass the amendment to increase funding for those on the developmentally disabled list (another thing I wouldn't normally do--increase spending).
Thus, the answer to whether picking up hich-hickers is a good thing is yes, decidedly...because I felt better for having done it. I know, I know, it can be dangerous; it could get one in trouble, but then I say things all the time that can (and do) get me in trouble. Picking up hitch-hikers is safe in comparison to what I usually do.
I'm getting old, but I think I'll stop for more hitch-hikers as I get older.
If it feels good, do it. Words to live by. Stop and smell the roses; stop and pick up a hitch-hiker.
Gee, I sure hope she make it to Claremont.