I broke my leg on a trip back fom the Pacific Northwest many years ago. I lost one of my headlights on an 11 month old truck and didn't want to drive the rest of the night through an ice storm with limited visability. It was a grand slam break. Tore the ligaments, broke the bone and dislocated my ankle. I was younger and wearing a black hoodie as I crawled through the parking lot in an attempt to use a phone or find someone who could call the hospital for me. It was cold night and extremely windy. It was easy to see the reaction from people who didn't want to help a person wearing a black hoodie crawling on their hands an knees across a log dark parking lot. I guess to them I looked like a drunken person or trouble instead of someone in need of medical attention. And this was in the "heartland" of America. After a very long and cold experience a very nice middle-aged couple came to my help. I will never forget them and their kindness. I've seen a few things in my life. I've seen and been to the good side of town and I've been to the worst. So, that said, I get the hoodie part.