I was a confused mess. My only direction was back home; Vegas from LA. No money. No one to call. I convinced myself I could make it home with one gallon in my gas tank and $11 to fill up.
I attempted to “magically” force gas into my tank…ha, if only…
I stopped at the gas station. Grabbed the cash and waited as the homeless man walked to my car to ask. One dollar was going to make no difference in whether I was going to end up stranded or not.
“Excuse me miss, could you spare some change?”
I grabbed the dollar. I handed it over — my eyes showing pain.
“God bless you,” he said as he walked away.
“Ten dollars on pump number two, please. Thank you,” I said to the gas station attendant.
Nozzle in the car, I allowed the gas to pump — and it never stopped. My entire tank was full…from ten dollars!
I cried the Pacific Ocean. I felt guilty. What could I have done to deserve that magic!?
Now, I am paying it forward by sharing with you. The possibilities are endless. Stay humble.
For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends The Inner Voice of Love: A Journey Through Anguish to Freedom.
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