He was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and splutter and died.
Jim barely managed to coast, cursing, into a gas station, glad only that he would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck. The engine wouldn’t even turn over. Before he could make the call, Jim saw a woman walking out of the quickie mart building, and it looked like she slipped on some ice and fell into a gas pump, so Jim got out to see if she was okay. When he got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as Jim helped her up, and he picked it up to give it to her. It was a nickel.
At that moment, everything came into focus for Jim: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back …………..
Love and Blessings,