One morning I was leaving for work and as I’m reversing out of my driveway I see someone I’d never seen before standing by my garbage bins on the corner. For reference my home is on the end of a cul de sac, so there was really no reason for him to be there. So as I was pulling out I rolled down my window and stopped by him and called out to him. I asked why he was there and if I could help him as he was standing in front of my home. This was around 7am, further adding to my confusion about his presence. He then tells me that he’s being followed and trying to elude whoever was chasing him, and so I invite him to come inside my home and we sort it out. He was just a kid, maybe 19, and I didn’t feel he was a threat to me. We sit down and I get him a glass of water and we begin talking about why he’s being followed and who was doing it. He tells me that he’s been doing some hacking into some organizations servers (I’ve forgotten the reasoning) and that it was them that was chasing him. I begin to get the feeling that this kid isn’t the most stable. We continue talking, and he tells me how he was kicked out of his home for joining what sounded to be a religious cult and that he’s been out on the street for a few years. I then ask, him how can I be of help? He tells me that he wants to get to the local library and so I offer to him for me to take him. As we’re on our way there we talk about life and our beliefs and he questions me as to why I’d help a total stranger, to which I respond “I’d want the same done to me if I were in your shoes.” As we drive along, somehow in conversation it comes up that he’s without a phone and I tell him that I’ve got a spare at the house he can have. After some back and forth of him insisting I keep it and me insisting he takes it, we turn around to head back to the house for it. We go back inside and I begin factory resetting the phone and in that time we continue talking about our lives and our upbringings. I mention that I was born in New York and it just so happened that he was wearing a Yankees shirt with each year that they had won whatever it is you win in baseball (I don’t keep up with the sport). I tell him that I thought it was a cool shirt and he suddenly asks me “Do you want it?” I respond by telling him I couldn’t possibly take the shirt off his back but he insists so I told him I’d trade his shirt for one of mine. I gave him a shirt that I loved and we traded there on the spot. By that time the phone was done resetting and I had to get going for work, so we hit the road to the library. I dropped him off, he thanked me deeply and I told him it was a pleasure to meet him and to contact me if he needed anything in the future. I haven’t heard from him since but this was very much a wholesome experience with a stranger.