The light was red and a line of cars were stopped. I noticed the driver in front of me turn their head, trying to look away. I looked in my wallet- no cash, I rarely have cash.
The guilt started to well up-- but maybe he will just go by booze with it- popped into my head trying to lessen my guilt.
The light finally turned and I drove away.
Last week, after picking Lucas up from school we ran a quick errand and then headed to the gas station, the gas light now shining it's warning.
I pumped my gas, minding my own business when I was approached.
"I am so embarrassed, my debit card doesn't seem to be working do you maybe have some money you could spare for gas." a young 20ish looking guy asked me.
Why does his debit card not work? Did he overspend and have no money, is it stolen?
"Umm" I said, looking at my pump still pumping and my kids in the car waiting. "Let me see if I have any cash." I went to the car and checked my wallet, only $4- less than what one gallon of gas costs. But then I knew, what I needed to do.
"I only have a few dollars, but once my pump is done I will come swipe my card for you."
"Really?" he asked genuinely surprised. "Thank you, thank you."
Once my pump finished I headed to their car at the next pump over and swiped my card.
"Go ahead and fill it all the way up. I will just be over cleaning my windows, so bring me the receipt when it is done." I said.
"Are you sure?" he asked stunned.
I cleaned my windows while I waited for their pump to finish. I wondered why his debit card didn't work. Did he overspend? Reckless with his money? Was the card stolen? That did not matter. In this moment, it was not my job to judge why they needed help, or what got them to this point where they needed help. Maybe they were irresponsible or maybe life and it's ups and downs got the best of them or maybe their card really was just having problems.
But it was not my place to judge-- the only thing I am responsible for judging is myself and what I do. They said they were in need and I was in a place where financially I was able to help. To whom much is given, much is required.
"I only filled it up 3/4" he said while bringing me my receipt. "Is there anything I can do for you? Can I check your tire pressure? Fill up your tires?" he sincerely asked.
"Nope, it's fine. Just do something nice for someone else when you get the chance." I said with a smile while getting back into my car.
It is not my job to judge.
Pouring my heart out with Shell