Strange Encounter

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Last night, around 11:30pm, I was on the way home from picking Kim and my niece up from the Daughtry concert. We stopped at a Burger King to get something to drink and eat for the two of them. While in the drive-thru I was approached by an older woman who asked if we could help her get gas. She was shaking; said she was from Waynesboro and was using her brother’s van because she had to take him to the hospital today. She continuned to tell me that her purse was in her car in her brother’s driveway in Waynesboro. It sounded sketchy, as most requests for money usually do, but I helped her out anyway. Why? Well, I’d like to think that if I was ever in her position, assuming she was telling the truth (and I feel like she was), someone would be willing to help me out as well. I told her to drive across the street to a gas station and I’d buy some gas for her. I paid for enough fuel for her to easily get back to Waynesboro. Shook her hand. Wished her luck. And went back on my way home.

I hope she made it to hers. I hope she’ll pay it forward.

One thought on “Strange Encounter

  1. Odd. I had a very similar situation just happen. No super crazy circumstances, but she (and her child) were out of gas money for a drive to their home in Portland (half a days drive).

    I went ahead and gave her $20 hoping I wasn’t being scammed. I hate that we live in a world where you have to be skeptical of everything.

    I like to think I really helped her out, but instead my cynicism makes me I feel like I was willingly robbed like a sucker.

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