Last night I was heading to the store and I passed a woman. I was driving but I was going slow enough to really see her. She was so upset. A very pretty woman probably in her early 20s walking and crying with a cigarette in her hand. I wanted to stop. I wanted to talk to her, see if she needed help but the survival instincts in me told me to keep going. I really wish I had found a place to pull over and just ask if she was okay. I realized that I didn't because I was afraid of being hurt...