I never give strangers a ride, but today I’d met my mom at a gas station on Eastern so she could pick up Taylor, and I saw a guy standing with a gas can. He stood there quietly while I moved all Taylor’s stuff into my mom’s vehicle, and after she drove away I hesitated. The guy approached me and asked if I could give him a ride. His Tahoe had run out of gas on 35 right at the exit for the Turnpike and he’d left his girlfriend in there. ⠀
I know he could’ve been lying, and I know we haven’t had a good track record with strangers this week (cough, truck is still MIA) but something made me say yes. We drove down slushy icy Memorial to 35, and there was his Tahoe, right where he said it was. He tried to give me money to say thank you. I told him not to worry about it - he’d been nothing but polite, respectful, and incredibly grateful the whole 5-10 minute drive. ⠀
I pulled up behind his Tahoe and he said thanks again, left a $20 behind, and went back to his girlfriend.⠀
Could things have gone bad? Maybe. But sometimes you have to take a risk to do a nice thing for someone else. After all, I’d want someone to do it for me or James, so I stepped up this time.⠀
And now I’m waiting for my Hideaway pizza, courtesy of that stranger with the gas can.