But how would that guy know she was only five minutes into her run?
The guy was a helper and was just trying to be helpful. What's sad is that we are so I used to people not being helpful and just genuinely kind to strangers that we assume people have an alterior motive.
I can think of two time recently that I declined being helpful because of fear of how it might be perceived. One was at the grocery store. We have an autistic man that lives in our neighborhood. I saw him at the grocery store waiting and waiting on a bench, I so wanted to offer him a ride, but I didn't want to spook him. The second time was one a sudden summer storm started down pouring. I looked out the window and saw a teenager trying to stay dry by hiding in bushes across the street. I said to my husband, we should let him in...but my husband was like "we're not letting someone we don't know in our house" and then I kept pushing saying well let's open the garage for him? (But a car ended up coming and picking him up shortly after)
The point is, I think it's sad that our fears prohibit the level of kindness we extend to others.
I run 4-5 times a week for 20+ years. Never once has someone stopped to offer up water.
My point of noting she was only 5 minutes in was that she probably wasn't looking fatigued or dehydrated. You might see someone, like me, on the last leg of a run and think "my God you look like hell". And maybe perhaps offer them water. I'm over thinking and speculating - mostly sad and dissapointed. I have a wife and two daughters. It's not fair that I can go running through the woods with my earbuds in and eyes closed not worrying about a thing. My wife wakes up and runs at 5 in the morning. I can't sleep or feel relaxed until she comes home through the door. I want my girls to feel safe. I want to believe my girls are safe. I want this guy caught so badly. The entire community is terrorized and no one knows anything the cops know. It's frustrating.
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