The intersection ahead of you is already filling with smoke.  An expensive-looking convertible has plowed into a telephone pole, and the driver is climbing out.  He’s young, mid-twenties at most, and his hands are buried in his sandy blond hair.  You can sympathize with his frustration.
He leans over to inspect the damage, and that only makes his cheeks darken with rage.
If it were you in his shoes, you’d be grateful for some help, but this really isn’t what you wanted to spend your day doing.  You cringe at the selfishness of the thought.

A.)   If you decide to go over and offer him some help, click HERE.

B.)   If you decide to walk away before he notices you, click HERE.

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