This is for oakwoodcutter: In mid-May I was returning home from a month long trip through the western states. I was stopping for a nature call at a rest stop in eastern Arkansas. Near the entrance was a teenage boy with a cardboared beverage flat and a homade sign reading "please help, need gas or money, any help would be appreciated." He never moved, and I passed him by, just like everyone else. When I returned to my car and started to leave I noticed an older van with New Mexico plates filled with clothing and beding inside and on the roof carrier. Nearby was a young girl and a child of 7 or 8 who she was trying to keep ocupied. She started to move away and I saw the mother sitting at a picknic table in the shade of a nearby tree, looking very frail and tired. I got out of my car and called to get the girls attention two or thee times, she finally heard me ,and when I caught up I gave her a hundred dollar bill. She was totally surprised and nearly forgot to thank me, but she did after I told her I had been stranded years ago. I left and continued my trip home. About an hour later I began to have regrets. I'm a solitary man that has trouble interacting with other people. My regret was that I never talked to the mother to see if a hundred dollars was enough to get her to her destination. Oakwoodcutter; I hope you never need to depend on the kindness of strangers in a time of need. Ron