I pulled into a small gas station in the middle of the desert in New
Mexico and realized I had left my wallet at my girlfriends house 5 hours
away. I had no money and barely enough gas to make it another mile
down the road.
The only other person that stopped for gas was a burly looking
trucker. I was a bit reluctant, but I asked him for some spare change
for gas.
Instead he filled my tank and said, "Someone did this for me a few years ago."
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