That’s One Amazing Gas Station
(I have to stop for gas after a long, exhausting week, and I feel I’m about to lose it. I’ve got 60+ miles before I get home. I walk into the gas station to put money on my pump, as my gas tank is on empty. I get through the door, the cold air hits my face, and I lose it. I sob hysterically. I hold up a wall for a second or two when a young man with a trainee badge approaches me.)
Trainee: “Is there anything I can do to help?”
(My story pours out.)
Me: “I was robbed earlier; I am failing a class, and am in an abusive relationship and trying to get out.”
Trainee: “I get off in five minutes. Let me finish what I’m doing, then let’s sit and talk.”
(We sat together in the little cafe almost all evening. I cried and talked, he listened and comforted. I got home, and had strength to leave the relationship. I recovered most of my losses, and moved on with my life. I quit my demanding job, and went back to school full time. I’ve never been happier.)