As a young man In the early 30s my grandpa was hitchhiking to a new job in another town. He was picked up by 2 guys and soon regretted it. They were drunk. One was shooting a gun out the car window and said that he may kill him, but he hadn’t decided yet. They got to a town and stopped at a store and he jumped out.
As an old man, he would pick up any and everyone. Take them wherever that wanted to go. Even feed them on the way if they were hungry. Brought a few home to eat and stay at the house next door, giving them free room and board and payed them for work that they would help him with while he helped them find better work and accommodation. A devout Christian, he would use these opportunities to tell them about Jesus. Some asked to be let out, so he did.
As a boy, I saw on the news where a man had picked up a hitchhiker and the hitchhiker had murdered him. It shook me badly and I asked him to stop picking people up. His reply was, “sonny, if a man kills me while I’m telling him about Jesus, then I’ll die doing what he put me here to do.”
5 or 6 years later, he was asked to speak at a prayer service where he gave his testimony. When he finished his last words were “Dear Jeasus” and he died.