Yesterday, I saw a fellow standing on the side of the interstate wearing an Army t-shirt, with what appeared to be a duffel bag by his side. I passed him by, feeling a big twinge of guilt in my gut. They truth is that I would have liked to have stopped, given him a ride, and shaken his hand, but being a female alone in the truck, with the twins with me, I was unwilling to take the risk of picking up a stranger. My husbands best-friends father was murdered by a hitchhiker he picked when Nathan was still in his mothers womb. How was I to know if he truly was a military man? I dunno, what are your thoughts on picking up hitch hikers?