So there I was, standing in line at a gas station in Murfreesboro, TN. Soda in one hand; money in the other. Mind undoubtedly several miles away at the show grounds [Show Report].
Suddenly, the dude in front of me tells the clerk to ring up my soda. He’s going to buy it for me. Huh? What? He turns to me, explains that he tries to do something for someone every day, no matter how little.
On the contrary, I said. Not at all little. The generosity far exceeds the cost. He pays. I stand by in stunned bemusement. I thank him. We part ways.
My biggest problem? Getting up the nerve to pay it forward.
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