It was Christmas Eve many years ago. The day was cold, gray and blustery; it felt like snow was in the air.
I ran out to the Rag Shop to pick up those last minute things needed to finish up my Christmas wrappings for presents.
The time was late day, and I had to hurry before the store closed. I finished up and checked out heading for the door.
As I went through the exit noticed a man standing outside pacing up and down in despair. He approached me with a story about how he was on his way home when his car ran out of gas. He didn’t have any money on him.
He was asking if there was any way I could give him $5 for gas to get home. Usually, I would not even consider helping, suspecting this was a con.
Something about this man made me believe this man was not lying. He offered to take my name and address to main the money back to me, if I could just help him out.
I said that would not be necessary. I handed him the $5 and wished him a merry Christmas.
It felt good that I could help someone in need on Christmas Eve. After all, isn’t this what Christmas is all about, giving?
Schippe writes from Rio Grande.
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