Thursday, Feb. 27, 2014 | 2:03 a.m.
I was traveling with family on Feb. 14, heading for Red Rock Canyon. We passed a pedestrian, laden with gear. He must have been exhausted, terribly hot, maybe weary.
I said, “Why doesn’t someone offer that poor guy a ride?” It must have been a few minutes later that a confrontation occurred (police and park rangers were on the scene), and he was shot dead.
I cannot stop thinking of him, how he died a few minutes after we passed him that day.
Life is so short.