The guilt of driving past..

Yesterday I was taking the kids to school, driving along the motorway which had been narrowed to one lane due to roadworks and was therefore chaotic. As we were crawling along doing 30, my attention was caught by a labourer lying down in the roadworks area. As I went past, another labourer bent over him and touched his face. Was the chap having a rest? Was he injured? I couldn't stop without blocking the motorway and even if I could have, I have no medical training. There were plenty of people on the site to assist. But I still felt guilty for the rest of the day and wondered what happened.
Today as I was waiting for a big yellow machine to move out of the road, a little kitten ran across the road, right in front of my car. It must have been about 3 months, I estimated. I pulled over and then realised that I couldn't take the kitten home (we're away for the weekend) and there was no-one I know who would be willing to take a wild street cat in (there are a plethora of cats living wild in AD). So once more, I found myself driving past, rationalising that the kitten had surived this long, it was clearly coping, and I could come back next week and see if it was still around.
So ... more guilt.
Well, I'm off for a weekend camping in the desert, and I think I'm going to pay for my guilt with the shamal which seems to be springing up!