As I drove towards my house this morning, coming back from the Park, I spotted a large duffel bag on the side of the road. There was nobody coming either direction, so I stopped to look inside.
What if it was Cartel drug money? Big bound stacks of $10K each inside. Hey, I'm an informed guy, I watch NetFlix and Prime, there's probably going to be a tracker on it, and they're on their way now.
Then, as I approached the bag, the ethical issues start blasting through my mind. Should I call the cops? Hell no, I respect them, but... Take the duffel bag to my place? Ahh, no and no! Drive it to a secluded spot and move the cash into my truck and then toss the bag with it's tracker into the creek? Ok, maybe! But wait, that's littering.
I unzipped the bag and was greeted with someones clothes and belongings. Kinda had homeless written all over it. I zipped it back up, drove off, and a while later it was gone.
I've helped several people out since I've lived here in the South. On three occasions it involved me bringing a homeless person back to my home, letting them shower and put on clean clothes, if they had any. Then feed them and offer either my floor with a memory foam bed, or my truck with the bed, to crash on. Gena stayed a couple of days, and was a success story, I still hope. Glad I still have a photo of her...
Breathe. Let go. And remind yourself that this very moment is the only one you know you have for sure. – Oprah