A Pocketful of Gratitude
Freely you have received, freely give. Matthew 10:8, NIV.
I thanked the woman profusely, then hurried to the vending machines for a can of lemonade and two bags of trail mix. Just then the gate attendant called my flight.
By the time we landed in Bismarck the shops were closed, and my ride to the academy where I would speak had given up and gone home. I contacted the appropriate people, then sat down in the deserted airport lobby to wait.
I’d barely arranged my luggage when a young woman carrying a crying baby in one arm and holding the hand of a tearful 4-year-old by her side came up to me. “Ma’am, sorry to bother you, but my plane was late and I need to call my husband, but I don’t have any money. You wouldn’t have a quarter or two I could borrow?”
I smiled as tears filled my eyes. “Did you come in on the last flight too?” I asked as I pawed through my purse for my wallet.
“Yes. It’s going to take my husband an hour to drive back to get us,” she confided, but not before her daughter whined, “Mommy, I’m so hungry.”
“Shh,” she whispered. “Not now. Daddy will bring something from home.”
I dumped the remaining quarters into the surprised woman’s hand. I cut off her protests with “There are food vending machines at the end of the hall.”
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