My headlights caught the broken down car, with the hood up, and the man dejectedly leaning against his door. I touched my brakes. I could see the man move in my rear view mirror. He thought I was stopping...I almost did. Twenty years ago I would have, but I kept going. My lack of action haunted me. There was an exit ramp straight ahead. I could turn around. But, I passed it...why ? Was it because he was black ?
No! It was because he was a man. At least that's what my mind told me. There was still time. He was only a couple miles back. I could cut through one of those Highway Patrol paths. I've done it often.
A little voice shouted " Do it, Ray."
Now, he was three miles back. He probably already called for help. Everyone has a cell phone...right ?. Turn around!! I almost did...almost.