Dear Mr. Green Van Man,
I saw you today on the 169 bridge, pulled over, getting your gas can out of the back. I noticed that the hat and jacket you wore, while certainly adequate for spring weather, was going to be little protection against the harsh elements of the blowing wet snow and icy winds. I saw you walking down the hill (very smart--I wouldn't have thought of that) and hoped that your footing stayed sure and that you didn't slip. I tried not to think about the long walk ahead of you.
I'm sorry I did not stop to give you a ride. Please know that I wanted to, and if it weren't for women I hear about on the news--women who stop to help someone out and end up as Jane Does in ditches or with their faces on the evening news as the most recent murder in the metro area--I would have. I would have given you a ride to the gas station, then driven you back to your van. Because that's the kind of person I am; I like to help out when I can, and when I can't it drives me crazy.
I'm sorry that people in our society have ruined "neighborly help." That there have been enough cases where bad has happened to eclipse the ability of good people like me and like many others who drove by you today not because they were rude, but out of a sense of self-preservation and fear. I feel very, very badly about this.
I hope that someone stopped and picked you up. I hope that you didn't fall on the hill. I hope that you don't get sick from being in the icky weather. And I hope that at some point people will stop taking good people and doing bad things to them. That last one won't happen, but I thought I'd throw it in there anyway.