Call me a sucker...
Tonight as Allen and I were going into Safeway, a woman pulled up next to us in a car and explained that she was running away to a women's shelter (apparently at the UGM) and needed a little money for gas. We told her we didn't have any money and she said "thank you anyways." We wished her luck as she drove off.
As we walked in, we talked about the encounter and I felt this overwhelming sick feeling. I felt like I had to figure out how to help her, like God was calling me to do so.
I bought cough drops and got five dollars cash back and prayed to God that if this lady was for real I would find her before she left. I ran out into the parking lot and as soon as I saw her, I started crying. I handed her the money and she held my hand with hers in gratitude. I told her "I prayed so hard that you'd still be here. Good luck." She held my hand again and thanked me. I ran off because I was at my emotional capacity for that encounter.
Now, part of me wishes I got played, because I hate thinking that any woman should have to run away from anywhere and have to stay at a shelter. Whatever the real situation was, I felt so compelled to help her, even though my funds were menial. If she was truly going to UGM, The five dollars would've bought her enough gas to get there. If she was scamming me, I still pray for her.
I'm off to the ocean for a few days, so don't expect me to return calls :D
As we walked in, we talked about the encounter and I felt this overwhelming sick feeling. I felt like I had to figure out how to help her, like God was calling me to do so.
I bought cough drops and got five dollars cash back and prayed to God that if this lady was for real I would find her before she left. I ran out into the parking lot and as soon as I saw her, I started crying. I handed her the money and she held my hand with hers in gratitude. I told her "I prayed so hard that you'd still be here. Good luck." She held my hand again and thanked me. I ran off because I was at my emotional capacity for that encounter.
Now, part of me wishes I got played, because I hate thinking that any woman should have to run away from anywhere and have to stay at a shelter. Whatever the real situation was, I felt so compelled to help her, even though my funds were menial. If she was truly going to UGM, The five dollars would've bought her enough gas to get there. If she was scamming me, I still pray for her.
I'm off to the ocean for a few days, so don't expect me to return calls :D