Something Was Not Right

I was grateful my husband had Mother's Day off. I was really appreciative that he cooked me dinner and mowed the lawn and overall just had a servant's heart toward me today. After good food and great friends and family, we were preparing to drop off a couple of college kids (2 young gentlemen Husband is spiritually mentoring) back at their apartment. I knew this was going to be a cooky night because just before leaving home, I realized I left my purse in a friend's car and had to go in the opposite direction of our college-aged friends apartment. Yes the purse was an inconvenience to fetch but ever so often I tend to leave very important things in very inconvenient places. It happens. 

So, after picking up my purse, we stopped to get some gas and used a gift card to put $20 in the tank. We made our way toward the college student's apartment when we see down the road a ways, a woman pushing and steering her disabled car. Naturally, my husband pulls over to assist. Our 2 friends helped also. After pushing her car around a corner, Husband talked to her. She was quite upset; and shared she needed gas for her car. 

She produced a gas can and we took her and her gas can to the gas station just around the corner. I would not encourage anyone to do what we did but seeing as she was outnumbered 4-1, the odds of her successfully doing something stupid were close to nil.
She was very quiet and when she spoke, it was in near inaudible whispers. She didn't have a place to stay and had run out of gas. She said she pushed her car almost 2 miles by herself. She had no phone. It was quite sad. I gave her my business card but scratched out my personal number. Something told me to do that; not to divulge that information to her. But I did write all of our church's info on the back. She took the card almost reluctantly and I truly felt bad for her situation. Husband came to the car door and told me there's a zero balance on the gift card. Well crap. I realized at that moment that the previous gas station must have put a hold on the card. I thought gas stations stopped doing that though......... I pulled out another card; our bank card with less than $10 on it and in faith, give it to Husband to pay for this stranger's gas. Husband got in the car with the gas and we drove back to Stranger's car. The fumes from the gas can were nauseating. I usually really love the smell of gas. It's a dangerous smell but that evening, the fumes tangoed with the dull headache that was beginning to swirl around my temple causing a dizzying effect.

We returned to her car and Husband got out to put the gas in her car. As she got out, I asked if there's anything we can pray for her about. She said, "Only if you can make food fall out of the sky!" and abruptly left. I watched through the tinted back window of our minivan as this woman did a 180 on my husband and began to snap off on him. She doesn't want the gas and "me and my children will suffer together!" Husband put the gas can down and walks back to the van. Another car stopped to try and help her. We drove off. And as we drive off, we pray for her. Something was not right. We just wanted to help.

We dropped friends off and drove back the way we came. We decided it would be a good idea to call the police because this woman was potentially going to cause an accident and get herself or someone else killed by her erratic actions. As we passed by where Stranger was again, she was on her 3rd set of helpful people, I heard the screech of tires on wet pavement. The car barely missed everyone. We called 911. Weird. Just plain old weird. What else can I say.