May not be but to be...
The gang and I were at John's for dinner, while ordering my meal, I over hear the guys speaking to some caucasian man asking for a ride because he had locked his keys in the car. His voice was nothing but utter desperation, and his face seemed pale, adorned with hobo-like facial hairs. Hearing my friends rejection to the man's petty offers he turns his attention to me--and I accept.
I take this man whom I've known for approximately 2 minutes into my car (My friend tags along with me in the back seat for safe measures). And he begins by telling me to swing by the Rite-Aid before dropping him off on Lakewood and Spring--Which, might I add was a bit odd--He then tells us about how RadioShack was just robbed and as I get closer to Rite-Aid, sure enough, it was swarmed with cop cars. The man stared at the whole commotion, all the while still explaining to me that he wanted to "see" if his wife was still waiting in the car.
I ask him which car and color, he replies, "4Runner... it's the blue one" pointing out with his out-stretched finger. I nod, playing a long "Ohh... I see.." But I really didn't... there was no blue 4Runner parked in that lot. A million things began to run through my mind, what if he robbed RadioShack? What if he's some kind of killer? What if... What if...
A bit on the skeptic side, I continue to drive to the above forementioned streets, thinking of what to do if he were to even dare attempt to car jack me or cause harm. Might I add, after watching Collateral I started to know how it felt to be the cab driver that day. I began pondering ways to stop him if he were to try anything, and I noted he had no seat belt on, so I could easily break hard and send him hurling through the windshield. I was a bit worried, but deep down inside, I knew it would be alright.
Luckilly, I didn't need to be put in that situation. I dropped him off without any hitches and my friend hops into the front seat. He askes me, "Why did you do it?" And I reply back that, "....it's because I felt sorry for him." "But what if he were to kill you? You don't know who he is." And to some extent he's right, but I didn't agree, instead I retorted back, "I knew I'd be fine. I've always felt that if it were time for me to go, I'd know. And I know that my time to go wasn't now. I have too much to accomplish to die today. If I was gonna die, I should've been dead years ago." He was silenced, almost stunned at my response as we headed back to the restaurant. Exactly what I wanted him to feel.
I take this man whom I've known for approximately 2 minutes into my car (My friend tags along with me in the back seat for safe measures). And he begins by telling me to swing by the Rite-Aid before dropping him off on Lakewood and Spring--Which, might I add was a bit odd--He then tells us about how RadioShack was just robbed and as I get closer to Rite-Aid, sure enough, it was swarmed with cop cars. The man stared at the whole commotion, all the while still explaining to me that he wanted to "see" if his wife was still waiting in the car.
I ask him which car and color, he replies, "4Runner... it's the blue one" pointing out with his out-stretched finger. I nod, playing a long "Ohh... I see.." But I really didn't... there was no blue 4Runner parked in that lot. A million things began to run through my mind, what if he robbed RadioShack? What if he's some kind of killer? What if... What if...
A bit on the skeptic side, I continue to drive to the above forementioned streets, thinking of what to do if he were to even dare attempt to car jack me or cause harm. Might I add, after watching Collateral I started to know how it felt to be the cab driver that day. I began pondering ways to stop him if he were to try anything, and I noted he had no seat belt on, so I could easily break hard and send him hurling through the windshield. I was a bit worried, but deep down inside, I knew it would be alright.
Luckilly, I didn't need to be put in that situation. I dropped him off without any hitches and my friend hops into the front seat. He askes me, "Why did you do it?" And I reply back that, "....it's because I felt sorry for him." "But what if he were to kill you? You don't know who he is." And to some extent he's right, but I didn't agree, instead I retorted back, "I knew I'd be fine. I've always felt that if it were time for me to go, I'd know. And I know that my time to go wasn't now. I have too much to accomplish to die today. If I was gonna die, I should've been dead years ago." He was silenced, almost stunned at my response as we headed back to the restaurant. Exactly what I wanted him to feel.