well, being a woman alone I have fear of both needing help when broken down on the road, or stopping... once I ran out of gas on the Mass Pike (my 1976 Volvo's gas gauge was busted and I usually kept track of it it but...) in the middle of a total eclipse and a blinding sleet storm. I tried waving cars down (very dangerous); no one would stop. I was actually creaming and frantically waving at passing cars for about fifteen minutes...
finally a trucker stopped. Could not believe it tok me that long to flag someone, he was appalled and told me of the trucker's code, always stop to help. He gave me enough gas to get going and I stopped at the next exit...
I no longer own a car and depend on friends for rides a lot; just as I often gave rides to people when I drove. This karma must be repaid! I am so appreciative when people help me, I try always to reciprocate. I often stop to help someone in distress, whether an elderly person needs help stepping over an icy puddle or with their groceries, or a parking meter needs a quarter, or a homeless person wants a cup of coffee...why else are we here but to help each other?