We found a small flea market. It did not take long to realize that it did not have any thing that we needed. So, we headed toward our jeep. Mark had an encounter that effected both of us.
I walked up and heard a man say loudly, "if you sell that to him, you will have to pay". I saw a senior lady in a beat up pick up truck. After much discussion, Mark paid her for a little grill and watched as she handed all of the money over to the man. Then, she began to cry and said, " I do not have enough gas to get home". Mark saw a small gas can in her truck and went to a gas station a few blocks away. The gas can leaked all over him, but he was able to get some in the old truck. Then he put his arm on her shoulder and tried to comfort her. He said that at that moment, all he could think of was, this could be my mama. She tried to reject the money that he was handing her until I said that he loved grills and had not paid her enough for it. She offered us the only other thing in her truck, A huge old chain, but we told her that we did not have room for it. We handed her a paper towel to clean her hands after handling the gas can. We watched as she got in the truck and we left. A few minutes later, we ate the sandwiches that I had packed for our lunch. We both said at the same time, we should have given these to her.....I wish that we could have done more. We think about her often and pray that some one will help her today.
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