Yea, I know you guys are right. She is ultimately responsible. I just do not understand people who would not help, that's all.
About 15 years ago we were leaving our subdivision to drive into town for dinner. As we entered the highway from a merge lane I looked in the mirror to see if it was clear to merge into traffic. As I looked, a car in the right hand lane suddenly changed lanes into the left hand lane (without signalling, as well) and clipped another car that was in the left hand lane. The car went down into the median, up the other side of the median and began rolling into the oncoming lane, where it was smacked by another vehicle going the opposite direction. Sheot flew everywhere; it was a horrific accident. We stopped to help and helped the driver out of the car that was mangled. She was cut up everywhere and dazed. We sat her in our car and tried to talk to her to keep her responsive and find out if she was alright. When the ambulance got there we got out of the way to let them do their thing and we got to looking around the site and found what appeared to be everything she owned in her car and lying all over around her car. I started to gather a lot of it up for her and noticed a pistol stuck in some clothing items inside a box that had busted open. I picked the pistol up and secured it for the time being. Once the State Troopers and EMT's had done all their work, she was pretty much OK, but obviously incredibly shaken, and alone, and dismayed that everything she owned was lying everywhere, and her car destroyed. Neither the Troopers, or EMT's, or anybody else made any offer to take her somewhere, get her stuff, nothing, nada. I was nearly furious at the inhumanity of the people who are there "to serve and to protect".
I talked to her and asked her if she had anybody we could contact for her, and there was a guy she had us call that lived about an hour away. He said he would come and get her. In the mean time we invited her back to our house where she could shower, borrow some clean clothes, get something to eat, get some Tylenol, whatever. She took us up on it, but was very wary (not surprisingly, she didn't know us from Adam). Time went on and on and we didn't hear from the guy. She called him back several times and he was making all kinds of excuses as to why he was late, etc. Finally, they made a plan to meet at the lot where they towed her car to, and I took her there to meet him. She went straight to her car and was frantically looking through it for something, but wouldn't say what. I pulled her aside and told her I had her pistol and already put it in the bag of clothes and food we gave her. She thanked my, hugged me, and was on her way.
Long story short, she could have been up to who knows what and it turned bad. However, I was pretty guarded and had my eye on her the whole time, and was not worried about her, and it turned out well for everybody. If I just blindly did it, though, it could have gone the other way as well. My wife never has forgotten about it and is still very distrustful of strangers in/around our home ( I didn't tell her about the gun until I got back from dropping her off). Even though this turned out well, it still gives you pause to consider who it is that you're lending a hand to, and what could possibly happen. It makes me think twice when I come across situations like this since that day. For whatever reason, the next time I may see something that makes me choose to move on and stay out of it, and then I will appear to be the heartless sheothead, but it's not because I'm just cold hearted.