First Post!

This is my first post on the blog, i just have a lot on my mind tonight so i decided to let it all go with blogging. First of all i have finals on, all of which i have to ace. On top of that something really weird happened tonight. When i was driving home at around 9:40 i saw a kid walking on the street by himself with a bag pack on. And my instincts immediately said help the kid. So i took a u turn went and picked the kid up. He was very quiet and reserved and did not really say much unless asked. He had told me he was coming back from day care. I kept asking him questions so as to not make him feel awkward in the car. And once he directed me to his house which was further than i had thought when i picked him up i saw a cop's car waiting there. I assumed there was some trouble in the house. Right when i got there the cop started to shout at the kid as it was his second time running away from home apparently. I then overheard the cop say that he was a foster kid. Now i understood the quietness and the reserved nature. Then the cop came out and took my name, address and some more information. He had started out by saying that i should have called the cops first before, just in case the kid says i did something. It then struck me how blind i was to the repercussions that could be caused by that and my heart started to beat a little faster. And as the cop let me go and i was driving home, the feeling of doing something right was over taken by a sense of fear. I told both my father and sister exactly what had happened. Me and my sister discussed how it was ridiculous that i had to feel bad for helping somebody out. My instincts at the time of helping the kid was literally caveman style "Stranded Kid", "Help needed" and i did it. This will definitely teach me to be more careful next time i do something like this, call the cops and be safe. Hope the kid is ok, hope his parents are ok and hope everything turns out ok.