I was on my way home from doing some work in a rather remote area of southern New Mexico. I was driving my personal truck, an old Ford Bronco that is pretty well equipped for off road use, and I was rolling down a dirt road trying to get back to pavement. It was about an hour after sunset so it was dark, and I was going fairly slow (20 mph) as the road was bad and I didn't want to meet any deer. I have my off road lights on so I am kicking quite a bit of light out and I can see well ahead.
All of a sudden, there is a young kid up ahead, just standing there. He is off to the side, and looks to be about 12. My first thought is that he is an illegal, but he doesn't take off running, and kind of timidly waves at me. My "awareness" level jumps to about 10. I stop about 100 feet away from him and scan the area. There is a lot of mesquite and brush, but I can't see anyone else, so I kick all lights up bright on both the front and back, and roll up to him. I am open carrying my 5.7, and feeling very uneasy about this.
I get up to the kid, who is as nervous as a cat. I ask if he needs help. He says "my mom and I got stuck, can you help us". There is no one there except the kid but he is motioning down a small side road that leads up to a remote area that hikers and mountain bikers frequent.
Now is time for a serious judgment call. Everything about this smells. I weigh "I'll call the cops for you" with actually getting involved. The kid looks clean and his clothes look new, and I guess he could be nervous because he is stuck in the middle of nowhere talking to a weird guy. I ask "how far?". The kid says, "it's just right here". I tell him, "okay, walk back to your van and I'll follow". I let him get about 100 feet in front and slowly roll behind him. He rounds the corner. When I get to the intersection I stop, and light the road up. Sure enough, there is a van off to the side, and there are a couple of ladies wearing reflective shirts like the kind cyclists often wear. It seems legit, so I cautiously venture on down the road to where they are.
Turns out the kid was telling the truth. There were two ladies, mid 30s and mid 20s with two kids, an 11 year old and an 8 year old. They had decided to go out hiking and on their way back they failed to notice the shoulder of the road was washed out and when they drifted to the left, they fell off the road and high-centered their van. Apparently they had been stuck their for awhile. They had called a tow-truck but had no idea where they were so they couldn't direct the driver to their location. By the time I got there they were on the line with 911, but once again they couldn't tell the operator where they were. The 911 operator had notified border patrol and the kid was out there trying to catch sight of someone.
The 911 operator asked to speak to me. I told her exactly where we were and that I was going to pull them out. I carry all the recovery tools a normal person could need as I am often in some really remote regions. I hooked them up, shoveled a quick ramp so that their wheels could get back on terra firma, and within 15 minutes they were back on the road. There was a little damage to the undercarriage, but they were not leaking any fluids and appeared to be in good enough shape to get back to civilization. They were truly grateful and relieved, and I think they are done hiking for awhile.
As I was standing there in the dark, wrapping up my tow straps, I couldn't help but think how paranoid I have become. I had to give very serious thought about whether I should stop for a kid. That really sucks. I guess I felt compelled to share this because I don't want all of the evil in our society to cause good men and women to stop being good neighbors. Be alert, and be cautious, but it just takes a few minutes to help folks in need. Let's remember to take care of each other!

(also, if you go out to hike, know where you are in the event you need to call for help!)