Kindness or Foolishness?

"I can't pretend a stranger is a long awaited friend." -- Neal Peart (Rush). 

So I walk into my kitchen as I'm yelling at my kids, only to find a stranger standing right inside my front door. She's a tall skinny, almost sickly looking woman, unkempt, looking frightened and defeated. My wife says, "This is Candy." She was in the alley behind our garage... my wife was taking out the garbage (like a good wife should) when Candy asked her for help. Candy says her husband is beating her, and that she and her children have no food (or money). Well, forget the money, sister. But if you need food, we got food. So we load her up with eggs and bagels and milk and, what not? (Notice the proper use of the too often and poorly used "what not"). I offered to help carry it over to her apartment. So, after concealing my .357 Magnum loaded with 7, (hey, I don't know if there's a creep looking for her, or if she's a junky leading a chump into the alley so her junky friends can jump me), I walked her a good way until she again, asked me for money (just an extra dollar or two). Never one to carry cash, I declined. Then, she declined my walking with her, saying she lived just a short way off into the darkness... and I watched her walk maybe another block or two before I decided I'm going home. Before we parted I commented that someone is always home at my place -- this served two purposes: 1. If she needs help again, we're home. 2. If she was scoping the place out for a hit, too bad, we're always home. We made mention of her to God in our family prayers that evening.