My first hitcher

I picked up my first ever hitch-hiker yesterday. I was on my way home from driving the boys to school and there was this young guy at the side of the road. I've never picked up a hitcher before. Largely because the bulk of them do, in fact, look like they might gut you like a fish given half the chance. I don't need that. This guy though, looked okay and something told me to pull over. I did. He was on his way from Niagara Falls to visit a friend in Washago. The distance looked a lot smaller when he googled it. We only road from Port Perry to Sunderland but it was enjoyable. I felt good. Felt like I'd helped out and, more importantly, I felt like I had stepped outside of that hideous ring of safety we all seem to need to live in these days, and nothing bad happened. I felt a whole bunch of things. Relief, freedom and a little rebellious all at the same time. And I felt like I connected with a stranger. Not saying I'll make a habit out of it but all the same...connection can't ever be bad.