Paying it forward: Hitch-hikers?

Sunday was a busy day for me. I was clearly short of time, and late for pretty much everything I had to go for. I was buying some boxes, when a bloke approached me, asking me to take me to drive him to the bus loop at Monash. It was a sweltering hot day, and he was complaining that the buses weren’t showing up, and he himself was late to a birthday party for his niece in Noble Park.

Completely believable. Public transport, especially on a Sunday, sucks.

I wasn’t going towards Monash, but I figured I’d give him a lift. So what, it’d take away 10-15 minutes of my life. Big deal.

I was a bit cautious, asking him what he had in his bag, that he held in his hand. He assured me it was a card. Fair enough. As soon as I arrive at the bus loop, he gets out, thanks me, and literally runs to a bus that I presume takes him to his destination.

Back home late at night, and decide to unwind a little and read The Age. Then I see this: Three stabbings in night of violence. Then I think to myself, that it could have also been me. Hitch-hikers can kill, right?

In my defence, I felt like doing a good deed. It was a bloody hot day, and even I wouldn’t want to be out walking in the heat. But how can people attempt to be nice, in an age, where there’s so much violence?

What would you do?

Ideas came to my head… take a digital photo, from my mobile phone camera, and send it straight through to Flickr. Ask for ID, and photograph it?

Oh well, maybe I’m thinking too much. Just be happy all is well, and two people helped each other (I, by providing a lift, he by not doing anything nasty to me). Alas, I don’t even know his name ;)

2 Comments so far

  1. Andrew Sayer (unregistered) on November 19th, 2007 @ 2:10 pm

    I generally avoid taking hitch hikers, however, on occasion I do.

    The last time was after I worked a monster shift at a 5 star hotel in Melbourne on New Years Eve.

    It was about 3am in the morning and I was driving home (sober, mind you) and I came across two dudes near Fairfield who were blind drunk and had gotten on the wrong train. As I pulled up to a set of lights, one of them asked me if I was going out to Bundoora (I lived there at the time), so I said “Yes”. I gave ’em both a lift pretty much to their front door (It wasn’t out of the way) where they were really appreciative. They suggested I go inside with them and have a few drinks and rip a few cones, however, I declined.

    I think each situation with hikers is different and that you get a gut feeling if things are not right. If things aren’t right – just drive off. You trusted your gut feeling and it was right, Colin. Kudos.


  2. adrock2xander (unregistered) on November 19th, 2007 @ 8:56 pm

    That’s something positive for once, a birthday in Noble Park. The only news coming out of that area are always gang-related killings, troubles and what-nots.



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