I let a screaming woman into my car

Here's one thing that blows my mind:

Life will consistently put you in interesting situations...

All you have to do is walk out the front door and pay attention.

Here's an example:

Yesterday, I met up with a business owner who I respect a TON.

His office is in a business park, and as I was leaving the parking lot, I noticed a group of people walking a lap around it.

A few seconds later, I noticed another thing:

Someone yelling "Help me!"

Yeah. Seriously. I don't know what's in the air right now, but I seem to keep finding myself in situations where people are literally yelling "Help!"

(See this email for more info.)

I look to the end of a parking lot and see a woman walking out of the woods and yelling "help!"

I pull up next to the group of people walking.

"Do you guys know what's going on?"

"I don't know. She keeps yelling 'help,'" someone said.

"I think she said 'I need the guy in the purple car to come help me,'" said the comedian of the group.

(My car is purple... but not like, aggressively purple. It's more of a sparkly navy -- just so we're clear.)

"Interesting that she would be so specific," I told him and laughed. "I'm gonna go check it out."

"Let us know if you need anything," they said.

I left the parking lot and pulled up next to the woman.

She was probably in her 50's, and she was wearing black spandex pants and a grey, sleeveless t-shirt.

Her stringy hair was brownish-gray. Her lips were chapped. She was having a hard time making words, and she was clearly hysterical.

"Hey what's going on?" I asked.

"I went for a hike in the woods, and I got lost, and I fell, and I think I hit my head," she said. "I just need to get back to my hotel. It's right up the road, but I don't want to walk there."

There was dirt on her pants and on her arm. It was clear she was in pain. But also...

She's a stranger who literally just walked out of the woods. I don't loooove the idea of letting her into my car...

Or getting stabbed...

But at this point, I was in too deep to say "no."

"So your hotel is right down the road?" I asked.

She told me the name, and I put it in my GPS. It was less than a mile away.

"Yeah, I can take you there," I said.

She got in. She was incredibly thankful, and clearly incredibly hurt.

"I think I messed myself up real bad," she said.

"Do you need to go to the hospital?" I asked.

"My friends can take me."

Her friends were back at the hotel, she had told me. And her plan was that they would take care of her -- she just needed to get there.

So I drove her.

"What room are you in?" I asked when we pulled into the parking lot, praying it was at ground-level, so she wouldn't have to go up any steps.

She told me the number. And thankfully, it was a first-floor room.

I pulled into a parking spot and watched her go knock on the door.

At this point, I'm convinced this woman has no interested in stabbing me or taking my money.

She's legitimately hurt and legitimately needs help.

However...

I don't know her friends.

And by the looks of this hotel -- they're not here on vacation, if you know what I mean.

This is a parking lot where bad things happen when it gets dark.

Lucky for me, it's broad daylight.

Her friend opens the door.

And her friend looks like someone who would be one of the "bad guys" in a Fast and Furious movie.

She has short, dark hair. A furry hoodie with the hood over her head. And a confused, yet angry, scowl painted across her face.

She looks at her injured friend, then at me.

I give her a thumbs up, and she holds her hand up in a wave.

I can't tell whether she's trying to get me to stay or saying "thank you."

But I realize I'm in a potentially sketchy situation. So I'm not exactly in the best position to decipher vague hand signals.

I wait half a second longer and decide it's time to go. Then I back out of the parking spot and leave.

I honestly don't have any sort of lesson or anything here. This was just a weird situation that happened to me, and I wanted to share.

Soooo... I hope you found it entertaining?