I wonder if you would still be using it as an example if he had knifed you, or worse.
I sincerely hope you luck holds out, the world is running out of kind considerate people… there all being murdered lol.
It was a judgment call on him.
I know he had been there before because he asked where my bicycle was. I don't have one but another guy who lives there does.He was no physical threat to me sitting where were had been talking.
I saw him long before he ever got to me. Chances were he was a crackhead but once he started talking he was very mild mannered and soft-spoken. I have years of experience working with mentally ill people who could go off on you at any time for any reason. He did ramble but I didn't feel he was a physical threat to me, I'm more physically intimidating than he was.
Nobody else would have cared if he had to walk home or not, or have offered him a ride because I know how they are. That's why I was sitting outside at 4am watching my clothes so nobody would steal them. The Security Guard, who I can't stand, would have called the Police on him for just being there.
He was of a different ethnic origin than me (OMG). Once we were on the way to his house he said the State Patrol picked him up to give him a ride home then wouldn't let him out of the car because the house looked too nice for him to live in.
It didn't make him any more of a threat in my eyes than someone of my ethnicity, and probably less so. I didn't feel threatened at all when I offered him a ride. It's a multi-cultured building and him being there was nothing out of the ordinary. You always have to be wary because conflict or scam could present itself at any time but I wasn't worried.
It was a beautiful house way out in the country with a natural wood finish. I though had been talking crap about something and when we got there he opened the garage door and there was the motorcycle he had been talking about he had built but didn't run, and we had both laughed about that.
He rolled out the red carpet and invited me to stay over, that he had steaks and named several other things he would cook up for a feast. I didn't want to get drawn into a big ordeal and said I had to get back because my clothes were still in the dryer. He invited me back anytime.
They were only a few minutes from being done when I got back and while there was someone else who had started their laundry, mine was all still there. I went back to my apartment and was none the worse for it. I'll probably never see him again.
A machine might be able to sense his heart rate, do a voice stress test, etc to make a judgment call like that. I made it from experience and sized him up within a few minutes. He had done the same and sized me up to know I wasn't a bigot before he ever sat down.
He would have been able to knife or pull a gun on me in the truck. I'd have had slam on the brakes to throw him into the windshield or take some drastic action if he didn't just kill me before I had the chance, and I wouldn't have had to think it over.
I'd have felt guilty for a long time if I didn't give him a ride home so that was my reason for giving him a ride. Not morally, but because I could have helped him and didn't.