I always try to go out of my way to talk to people. Everyone has a story to tell, and they need someone to listen. The bathrooms cleaners, gas station workers, my cute group of girls I teach at church... everyone. Last week, I r.e.a.l.l.y. got to talk to some fun people. People who looked relieved to have someone actually care about their life. Although everyone that I met was incredibly different from one another, they always had the same thing in common: They all had immense trials.
I remember a specific time that I was on the opposite side of the conversation. I walked into a gas station, eyes red from countless tears, and I just wanted to fill up my tank. My wallet was who knows where, and I didn't want to talk to anyone. So I didnt. The lady behind the counter kept smiling at me, and as I handed her just a few dollars, she told me to hang in there. As my gas meter started to reach the end of the money I had given her, it didn't stop. The lady at the register had put extra money in for me to get more gas.