I’ll just say it- we ran out of gas

One minute we’re rolling down the highway smiling with half a tank and the next we’re in heavy winds and the truck sputters. We look at each other (my eyes were much larger than Chris’) look back at the road and there’s a sign pointing to the exit into a rest stop. We pull in and chug to a stop. We sat and waited, for like a whole minute. Then friendly faces pull in next to us and after some conversation and a couple gallons of gas exchanged we are back on our way. Twenty five miles later and still 10 from the gas station we pull off into a dirt lot and sputter once again to a stop this time next to Bill and Cathy. They have no gas but are so willing to help they unhitch their trailer and Bill and Chris head off to the gas station. Cathy and I decide not to waste any time so we pull out chairs, a table and her homemade lemon blueberry kombucha to enjoy the sun and talk life. The boys arrive back far too soon but they have swapped life stories and filled the gas can. So we pack up our things, exchange info and say our goodbyes to our new friends. It becomes obvious that this is all part of our journey.

I suppose when you head off to the unknown hoping to help others you must learn to receive help along the way. So grateful for old friends and new.