Last weekend, I took a family trip to the beach. I took my 7 year old sister with me. On our way there, we stopped at a Wawa in downtown Philadelphia. I walked in there with $6 and change in my pocket. When I got to the door, a woman asked for food to eat. I told her to come inside with me and get what she wanted. My little sister got chips and I got a small coffee. I really wanted a large, but since I offered to buy this woman a meal I knew I wouldn't have enough. She asked me if she could get something to drink, I tell her 'yes'. Knowing I barely had enough to cover her sandwich, my coffee and my sister's chips. We got to the register, the total came to $7.42. I began to panic going through my pockets hoping that I had enough. By the grace of God I had enough to pay for her food with .97 cents left over! This really got me thinking about the true meaning of paying it forward. I have always helped others but this was one of the first times that I literally cleaned out my pockets for someone else. Later on that evening, at the beach a man in line behind me paid for my funnel cake when I left my change purse in the car with my .97 cents in it!
