I just came back from gassing up my car for an out of town meeting tonight. Crouched down on the sidewalk in front of the station was a man. As I filled up my tank, I watched him. I'm not sure why, the station is a big one and pretty full on most days. Maybe my sense of alertness being a female. Maybe more.
His cheeks pink from a combination of our dry, hot day and sheepishness, he asked people if he could have whatever leftover change they had from their purchases. A sense of discomfort blushed up my own cheeks as I stood there ~ new car, nice clothes, talking on my cell phone.
I went inside the station to pay, pulled out a fifty cashed from my paycheck, and made change. On the way back to my car, I handed him ten bucks. Not a substantial amount of help, but sincere nonetheless.
As I smiled at him and walked away, he called, "Thank you young lady... God bless you." with his eyes starting to mist.
Hardass that I am, I have to admit ~ mine were, too.
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