Long story short, I was having a really awful time. I’d lost my job, my boyfriend and I were on the verge of a separation, and my son had just been diagnosed with some health issues. All in all, I was completely overwhelmed. I decided, against my better judgement, to get some drive-thru at a Taco-Bell. My order came up to $11 something and I realized, sadly, that all I had in my wallet was a $10 and two $1’s. [I was 2 weeks from recieving my final check.] When I pulled up to the window and tried to hand the guy my money, he politely shook his head and told me that the person in front of me had paid. I was dumbfounded! I pulled into a parking lot five minutes down the road and cried. I feel like God directed me to go there so that I could see there were people who cared, even though they didn’t know my circumstances.
A month later, I returned and paid it forward. Coincidentially, it was a tab for $11.37 – the EXACT amount my order was that night. Now, when I put my 10% in an envelope for the offering on Sundays, I stick $11 aside in what I call my ‘Pay it forward’ jar in the hopes of helping someone as sad and lost as I was that night. 22 months ago