This morning I had to stop to get petrol for my commute into the office which is not a rare occurrence-I do it once a week. But the stars had something else in store for me today. They wanted to shine some good karma on waning woman.
As I pulled into the station next to a pump, I noticed a young man pushing while steering his lumbering old Buick toward one of the pumps. He was out of gas in the car and he was starting to run out of it himself. I quick hopped out of my car and gladly help him push his car the rest of the way to the pump. Just as we were nearing the pump, another woman came towards us and asked is we needed help. At this point he was at the pump and told her no thank you, but, thanks for the offer.
This young man was maybe 19 at the most, scruffy, a little on the, ah, shall we say, not the most hygenic lad I've ever met, but, with a most endearing smile that lit the morning like sunrise breaking out through a mountain mist. He thanked me profusely then went in to pre-pay for his gas. In the meantime, I did my thing and got back in my car to start on my merry way. Before I could pull away from the pump, the young man came over again to thank me and hoped I wouldn't think of him as a "charity" case by needing help. I told him I thought nothing of the sort and that I was glad I was able to help.
As I pulled out of the gas station, I glanced one more time at the young man who smiled at me again and then did something I haven't seen done in a long time - he flashed me the peace sign.
What a warm way to start your morning and mellow a bitter heart.