Are we scared of being compassionate to strangers?

It’s Christmas Eve. The family and I are coming back from our annual movie and dinner out. Driving home I see a man on the side of the road walking. It’s not cold out but still; he’s walking down a road that’s not well lit and not really close to any housing areas. For a split second I want to pull over and give him a ride. We’re in my car but we could all still all fit. I mean it is Christmas Eve for goodness sake.

But then the animal brain starts questioning the compassionate brain as to what the hell it was thinking. Your family is in the car and you want to pick up a total stranger? At night? Are you crazy?

Have we seen too many movies and tv shows, or read too many scary stories? Has that conditioned us to believe the absolute worst outcome with strangers? Or is it just our animal brain that tries to protect us from the worst possible outcome in a situation?

I don’t have the answer; not sure I ever will. But I plan to try and a least listen less to my animal brain, and more to my compassionate one.

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