post script

I've been thinking more about the intersection of yesterday's adventure with my weekend exploration into living a life that is free and well favored. Would so many people have stopped to offer me a ride if I was not a middle class, caucasian, short, young-ish woman? If I were dressed more poorly, if I was older, if I was a man, if I was large, if I wasn't white...would people still have stopped to offer me a ride? I'll never know. But it was a nice chance for the universe to say to me once again that being a petite, young, white, woman is still a place of immense privilege.

and I was right...my mother was horrified...I forgot to tell my sibs not to tell her.