We had a very shabby, drug using looking lady come in the drug store this afternoon. You could feel the tension in the air between the employees. My father watched her warily as he filled her prescriptions.
I went walking by and she asked, "Can you give me a ride just down from this store?" "Sure!" I said, always too trusting of others. My "nefarious" radar quit working years ago about the time I became an alcoholic. I think all people have good intentions.
Well... it turned out okay today, but I got a good ribbing from my father. "You can't just give people rides like that," he told me. It turned out she had cancer and that is why she looked so rough. She looked like the poster child for a methamphetamine user, though. My first inclination was to help her and not disdain her. I, too, have looked pretty shabby during my homeless and alcoholic days. All's well that ends well as the old saying goes.