Something very interesting happened yesterday, and I already told some of you this story.
I was driving downtown to the county library, through that part that around greenfeild and 16th that's really kind of sketchy, you know the place. Anyway, I stop at this stoplight behind this old busted-ass buick or some other old person car. And this guy gets out of the car. He's an older black man, kind of a big guy, and he looks at me and starts walking towards my car. I don't know if it was because I made eye contact, or just cause I was the next car behind him, but he comes straight for me. At this point, I'm more than a little sketched out. But I turn down the tunes and roll down the window. Now I can see that the man is visibly distraught, and he starts telling me this story. I couldn't understand half of what he was saying, partly because he was an old black man, but mostly because he was on the verge of tears. Anyway, it had something to do with somebody had gotten in a bad car accident and had been airlifted to the hospital in Chapel Hill. He was running out of gas, didn't have any money, but really needed to get to Chapel Hill because it was his wife or daughter or something. So I told him I didn't really know how to help him out except give him some cash for a tank of gas to get there. I didn't know how else to help, and I'm not sure what he might have been expecting, but he was very grateful, God bless you, and all of that. Then he wanted to get my name and stuff so he could pay me back, but I told him not to worry about that, cause this stuff can happen to anybody, he can do something for somebody else that needs it. Here's the thing though; I don't normally carry a lot of cash, I just happened to stop by the ATM cause I knew I was going to have to pay for parking and stuff downtown. So I just happened to have a $20. I guess that helped him out, that'd get him half a tank, which would get him to Chapel Hill.
So I'm a pretty trusting guy I guess, but I could tell this guy was legit. He obviously wasn't trying to mug me, or he would have. He couldn't have made that up, and you can just tell these things, you know. Anyway, I was so close, so very very close to telling him an atheist did that for him. But I didn't. That probably would have been rude and inapprpriate. So I didn't. Part of me does still want to see the look on his face if I had told him that though. Oh well. Anyway, point is it turns out I'm actually a pretty decent person sometimes, so get off my ass.
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