Gas Money

I met a man,who had had a few. It was rainy night but not of any normal more a cold pour. He said what a night it is tonight. He was missing a few teeth i guess the drugs were taking a toll. He had no car to drive and I just smirked to the comment he said and thought nothing else. Until I turned the key and realized this guy needs something from me. I roll down the window and ask if he needs a ride. And he sits next to me on this car ride. He lives up the road he says. And openly tells me all the problems he has and how life can be so cruel. He said God has great plans for me and is always good to those who are kind to people like him. You could tell he regereted all that he had done in his past and wishes it wasnt there. I told him God is there. But how is it a man down and almost out able to realize god is there. Is it that when you have nothing you must turn to faith in something. I pulled up to a ratty shack and he said this is the place he calls home. Rick was his name and he gave me a dollar in gas money. I told him to take it but he said he would only use it for drugs. And it was better that I take it. I am glad I took the time and picked him up he changed my life and the outlook on life.