So, I’m driving down the road last night running a couple of errands, and as I’m exiting the Interstate I see a car on the shoulder with a man changing a tire.
Something inside me says, “You ought to stop and help.”
Something else says, “Looks like he’s got it covered, go on.”
I start rationalizing.
“Looks like He’s a younger guy, he can handle it.” I get closer and see he’s not such a young guy. Wife’s sitting in the passenger seat.
“It’d be kind of dangerous to stop, I’ve got kids to think of.” How many times do I actually think people get run over changing tires?
I’m about to pass him now. “Too late, can’t stop now.”
“Yes you can, you can back up a little and at least ask if he needs any help”
I don’t do anything for a couple of seconds.
Now it really is too late.
I drive on, do what I started out to do.