So for some odd reason, I decided to take a different route to the gym.  I also decided to take my truck (when I have the preferred option of the bike). And I also actually accidentally went to the wrong gym all together.  But why?!?!  Well this is a cool short story.

I saw this older lady in the middle of the road and her car had died.  All the traffic around her was honking and zoooooming around her and trying to make her feel as if she were scum for having her car die.  It was in no position to roll off the road, and there was no way of temporarily fixing it to get it somewhere.

I couldn’t help but picture that story where a man was bleeding on the side of the road and I wanted to be that Samaritan that took him in.  So I quickly parked my big ol truck behind her and tried to see if I could diagnose whatever it was that was wrong so everyone could go home safe.  It turned out to be gas, but I ran around everywhere looking for a gas can, but no one sells them.  So, an hour later, we get some gas in her car and off she goes.

I just pray that this type of interaction will open conversation and maybe question a life that demands explanation.  I don’t know where she stood, or what she believes in, but I certainly hope that God would use this story to somehow impact someone, somewhere.  The most important thing you can give someone is time.  :D

But was it coincidence? Maybe– orrr maybe not.  I don’t know what she was going through, or if she was feeling angry that no one would stop, or maybe at something else entirely.  Maybe she wasn’t feeling anything at all, who knows.  But I would like to think that a little Love goes a looong way. :D

I pray every day for these types of events that I may spread the Love that God has given me.