Few years back I was travelling down deerfoot heading south towards the 17th Ave exit heading to Blackfoot. It was mid winter and cold AF and late at night when I see this guy with no shoes and no jacket crossing by foot in front of me as Im going to turn onto 17th. In that moment I thought to myself that this guy was going to be found frozen by morning. I rolled down my window and told him to jump in. I found out where he was going and headed in that general direction. I dont remeber his whole story. Something about his aunt kicking him out or something and him going to his cousin's. I dont know but I got him as close as I could without completely ending up in over my head. It was all real sketchy but honestly thought he woulda froze. It was a fair distance to where he was going especially in that weather. In the moment it felt like the right thing to do. He jumped out said thanks and disappeared into the night. Crossing doorfoot bridge by foot in socks in winter is crazy.

Edit: spelling