Out of Gas

Today, I had the opportunity to help out someone who had run out of gas. I was off work or would be in minutes. It wasn’t my job. I thought, you know I’m out of gas, also. My truck was on empty. I punched the trip meter knowing I had about 15 miles left before I ran out of gas, also.

I picked up a can of gas from the shed and drove to help a lady in distress. She was stalled in the median of 410 during rush hour traffic. God opened up the lanes of traffic to let me get in behind her vehicle and I got her going. I felt good about the opportunity to help.

It makes me think. Why do we neglect helping people because of the inconvenience if it feels so good afterward?

Oh yeah. I had 5 miles left on the trip meter. Cora bought me some gas.