This is a story, very true, that I've shared with several people because it isn't so far out there. But it is one of the nicest... One Friday was driving to a business located pretty far from anything. The temperature was about a hundred degrees. I saw an older man carrying a yellow Prestone antifreeze jug, his car a little behind him. He was sweaty and I pulled over.
He had ran out of gas. Nothing was nearby so I had him give me a few dollars and went and filled it with gas. The next day, Saturday afternoon, I was visiting my parents and we were out in the yard. A man was walking by with a yellow Prestone antifreeze jug. He had ran out of gas. The funny part was that we all knew him; he owned a gas station about a mile away. My dad gave him a lift.
The next day, on Sunday afternoon, I went shopping. I came out rattling some change in my pocket, thinking I might wash my car but deciding it wasn't really that dirty. I saw a couple across the parking lot with a yellow Prestone antifreeze jug. I walked over and said, "You ran out of gas didn't you?" The woman jumped and asked how I knew. I told her that she wouldn't believe me if I explained it. Anyway, I told them to give me a few dollars and I'd go get gas. They were new in town, on their way to pick up their first pay check and didn't have any money. Their gas gauge was broken so they thought they had enough to stop on their way. I told them no biggie, I would go fill it up for them.
Some people I've told seem to think that if we are observant and open, we can help others. I'm sure the experience meant more to me than them.