Yesterday we had terrible weather, cold rainy, windy, hail even once. I passed a out of shape older man with an old bike pulling a trailer going up the hill. OK I ride and I have a trailer, so nothing strange there. But he did not look like he was out for fitness. I passed him again and thought why is he in the area? He looks kinda bummie, bad of me. This went on again when I took the dogs to the park between rain showers. Then I came out of back door and he was in my drive, I said Hello, he did not respond, he was saturated from rain. I saw he was delivery phone books. Really slow paced. I felt bad, I considered getting him a hot tea, but my natural girl fear took over and I did not. I thought about him all evening, working for however little they were paying him. I thought at night fall he could not have been done at the speed he was moving. Worse yet I tossed the book in the recycling bin.
Why/When did this happen, that I would pass by another person when an act of kindness would have been best? Yet there are so many stories of bad things happening that I seldom stop for anyone or offer help. I am a caring person I always stop for animals. The exception is when biking on the trail if I see someone with a flat or injury, I always offer help.