Everyone has a story. Everyone is on their own path in the craziness we call life.
A boy was in the parking lot. Not much older than 18. Car out of gas, out of money and trying to get somewhere. Two old cowboys stopped to help a stranger. Two random people stop and take the time to help a ragged looking boy. They try their best to get the kid back on the road and both slip him a little money with a God bless. The boy didn't ask for help. He didn't ask for money but two strangers stopped to give him a hand.
I wonder what his story is.
The cowboys? I know one and other is cut from the same cloth. They were both thinking, "what if that was my son?" But what about the boy? Where is he headed? Why was he on the road? Where will he end up.
I hope he will have the chance to pass on the blessing.
I have my blessing. A husband with a heart of gold.