i had just gotten my license and was bringing my friend home. We live in the middle of nowhere, and he was about a 35 minute drive away. On the way to his house I saw a woman walking on the side of the road, desperately looking for a ride in the cold rain. It was late at night and my friend told me picking someone up was a bad idea so I didn't.
On the way back from his house, I saw her again. She had walked a couple miles already at the point. I decided "fuck it", turned around and asked her if she needed a ride. I took her fifteen miles (yes, she was going to walk fifteen miles in early March, in the rain) to her town. She was such a cool person. She had some amazing tattoos, and I found out she used to follow Green Day around on tour in the mid-90s. Just awesome. And a really sweet person. She was at the hospital getting some kind of treatment for lupus, and her alcoholic husband abandoned her there with no ride and no phone, so she just decided to start walking.
She insisted I drop her off a few blocks from her house, so I did. She didn't have any money, and I told her certainly didn't want any. But she found a crumpled up dollar bill in her pocket and gave it to me anyway. I'm not sure why, but I never spent that dollar. I felt like it wasn't mine and that maybe I'd see her again and give it back to her. I keep in my glove box still, eight years later.