[RedStateGreen]

I was thinking of a time I came home and a car was stalled at the end of the off-ramp. People were driving past, and I pulled past and saw it was a woman, so I pulled into the parking lot across the street and helped her push her car over there. It was about ten at night. I stayed until she got hold of someone to come pick her up, maybe five minutes tops.

Must have been ten people ahead of me on the off-ramp and I was the only one who helped, except at the end when we were done pushing a guy stopped to ask if we were okay.

But then Oklahoma is a pretty decent place overall, I've yet to find somewhere here where I didn't feel safe to do something like that.

[Pops]

I'm usually pretty calm in a pinch, I can control my emotions pretty well. I'm also pretty good at assessing other's emotional state - a couple of the very few benefits of childhood in a dysfunctional family.

Once I was walking with my kids down to the corner store and here comes this car zipping down the overpass going way too fast to make the right hand turn at the bottom. The driver tries anyway, hits the inside curb and barrelrolls across the street slamming into a streetlight.

I sent the kids back home and ran over to the car. Just as I got there out jumped this dude, bloody as crap and just as high as a kite and he started walking away.

I told him "Man, you need to sit down, you're bleeding!" But he started yelling about going back to jail and gave me a look that said he wasn't interested in hanging around.

I decided he was gonna bleed. When John Law arrived I said 'he went thataway', it took two or three cars worth of law to convince the guy he needed to sit down.

So yeah, I'd stop, but I'd keep my eyes open.