She didn’t ask me for help.
Gas tanks between us, I watch as she opens each car doors and then the trunk. Reaching for her phone, the pump continues to click, and I overhear, “forgot purse.”
Realization hit and she sprinted to cancel the flow of gas.
With empathy, I realized the situation as well and paid for my gas and for hers. It wasn’t much. But her gratitude was enormous and the gesture fueled us both.