Street Person

I was speeding down the e-way in my Chevy pick-up truck, When I spied a person laying there and I feared that she’d been struck. Her body was splayed spread eagle out in the middle of the road, And people blared their horns at her as traffic around her flowed. I pulled onto the shoulder then sprinted to lend her aid, I scooped her up in my arms and we together prayed. Her clothes were old and greasy and her hands were stained with dirt, I told her I’d get her to the hospital and asked her where it hurt? But with her fist she struck me in the face like we were in a fight, Then she jumped over the retaining fence and disappeared into the night. Now I ask myself a question that is always nagging me, Did I save a life that night or just prolong her agony?