
I have. I once saw a man huffing it down a highway with a hard hat on and his small bag of lungh , or what ever...and I thought if I see that man on my way home tonight I am going to help him...well I passed him that afternoon turned around and picked him up. He didn't want to get my seat dirty after working all day. I told him not to worry about it..so I took him into to town and dropped him off at his apartment. Low and behold, I knew his sister from where I work.
I once picked up a kid outside of a CVS pharmacy. It was pouring down rain and he was waiting on a ride. He worked there. I took him home and we started talking--I live down the street from his Grandmother and see her outside all the time.
My mother is the worst for picking up hitch hickers. She was driving on Interstate 10 and saw a young man and his dog. She turned around at the next exit and drove back to pick him up--dog and all. Mama said it was one of the biggest dogs she had ever seen. His name was Scott and the dog was Saint. Anyway, he was leaving New Orleans. He was a "professional" squatter and was on his way to Jacksonville I think to meet up with friends. Mama actually took him to their house and fed him spaghetti for supper--she said he ate about 3 plates full and of course she fed the dog too. About 2 blocks before they reached the house her car broke down. So my Dad saw my mother walking with a stranger up the driveway and this huge dog. He was very upset. But she introduced him to Scott and Dad settled down during supper. She washed Scott's clothes several times and he spent the night. At the dinner table she offered to wash his hat--and his long dreadlocks tumbled out. The dog slept in the room with Scott. Mama let him call his mother on the phone. She also let him take a shower and said he was in there for an hour. The next day she took him to the truck stop, gave him $20, my Dad gave him a jacket he dould not wear and dopped him off. Scott sent her a couple of post cards after that to let them know he made to his destination and he was OK.
His background was one from a broken family, he was taken in by a police officer's family and he had actually graduated from a junior college with a degree in some sort of architectural refurbishment degree. Anyhwo, he had decided as an adult to go off the beaten path and become a squatter and live that lifestyle. He had certain tools you use to turn on water in abandoned buildings. He was an anti-government kinda guy.
Before he left their home he gave my Mom a beautiful necklace he had made with nuts and bolts on it he would pick up along the road. She still has it and it is really cool.
We have asked her TO NOT BRING anymore hitchickers home and so far she hasn't--she still gives them rides form time to time.
Sorry this is so long but I thought it was an interesting story and one my Mom loves to tell. I didn't get to meet Scott.