Saturday night, on the way back from the West of the Pecos Rodeo along I-20, there was an SUV on the shoulder with hazards lights on, but they were very faint. I was driving Max, so I pulled over and flipped on my safety lights. The driver was a woman by herself and she was on her way from El Paso to Odessa and ran out of gas about 8 miles from Odessa. As if her night already wasn’t bad enough, she had accidentally left her credit card at the gas station in El Paso. I thought I had a little one gallon gas can in Max’s toolbox, so I said I’d go get her some gas and come back. I drove to the nearest gas station (Loves) only to find they didn’t have any gas. I went across the street to the other gas station (Stripes), and then discovered I didn’t actually have a gas can in my truck. I wasn’t worried since I assumed any gas station would carry them, so I went inside Stripes and found they didn’t sell them. So I drove back over to Loves and found that they were out of stock. My only solution was to drive 3 miles to the nearest Walmart and get one. After 25min and 15 miles, I finally had gas and headed back out to the stranded car. Thankfully a Sheriff’s deputy had stopped so his lights helped keep traffic from hitting her. I got back on scene and was able to get the 2 gallons of gas into her vehicle. Then I had to jump start her car since she had left her lights on and used up her battery really quick (and the deputy didn’t have any jumper cables). Since she only had 2 gallons of gas and no money, I had her follow me to the nearest gas station where I paid for a full tank of gas.
Running out of gas in the middle of nowhere by yourself with no money is a great way to ruin your day. I’m glad God put me along that road where I could stop and help and make her day just a little better and hopefully show her a glimpse of God’s love. There are few things in life that give me more joy than being able to help somebody–especially someone in these circumstances.