I remember when I was little, we were on our way to Whiteville to visit my grandparents. There was a soldier on the side of the road hitchhiking. Our car was already filled to capacity, but Daddy stopped and picked the soldier up anyway. This complete stranger was nice and polite and very grateful.
My mother has always been open to whatever "strays" we brought home for the holidays. Granted, these strays were friends or co-workers and not strangers, but it never mattered to her.
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