tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038468.post364880574334592796..comments2023-09-25T09:15:45.715-07:00Comments on Blair Necessities: On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair...Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11853097322768480291noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038468.post-7363141523432029942012-03-06T10:39:56.410-07:002012-03-06T10:39:56.410-07:00getting some perspective on what it must have been...getting some perspective on what it must have been like for the people who stopped to help me. I remember one of them had kids, I could hear a baby crying. <br /><br />I was on a fairly deserted stretch too, but lots of people stopped. In your case, I believe someone else probably was able to, and did stop. Because people want to help.Nettiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17538731676596907998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038468.post-76996420072389651592012-01-29T16:49:13.901-07:002012-01-29T16:49:13.901-07:00Not knowing where you were means a lot in this con...Not knowing where you were means a lot in this context. Furthermore, it doesn't sound to me like you had any aid to offer; you are simply not equipped for the situation you met. I do think that you could very well have traumatized Squink, had you handled things differently. As it is, the trauma to you sounds significant. Making the phone call was enough; it was _all_ you could reasonably do. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com