Good Samaritan?

Yesterday, as I was driving home from a quick errand at the store, I noticed a young girl trying to cross Center street. It was literally freezing outside. Across the street another young girl awaited her friend. Both girls were jumping up and down probably to stay warm. I glanced up & down Center wondering if there would be an adequate pause in traffic for the girl to cross safely. After my few minutes of deliberation & allowing my opportunities to merge onto Center fade away I decided to help the girl. I just went straight into the lane of oncoming traffic to give the girl time to run across. The first car in a long line did not slow down. In fact, I realized that it was going to attempt to swerve around me. Concerned about the young girl being hit by an impatient ignorant man, I honked my horn & signaled for him to stop while pointing to the girl. He briefly stopped for the girl and to shout obscenities at me. I was happy the girl crossed the street and let the man's anger roll off of me. However, to my surprise each & every car for the next 5 minutes sped past me, each one pausing briefly to yell and honk at me. I am certain most of them thought I was crazy, & perhaps I am, but I felt a bit like a heroin saving a child from a traffic disaster and the rest didn't matter a bit.