Giving a Stranger a Ride

As I got into my car in a Roseville parking lot, a voice called out. "Are you, by chance going down to the Target in Midway?" I was hot and tired, so I hesitated. I wasn't going down Snelling, and I'm not one to give total strangers a ride. But I did. I prayed for safety as Inga climbed into my car. Inga is 92 and hails from Germany decades ago. She regaled me with stories in her thick German accent for the 15-minute ride through rush hour traffic. She confessed that she had been afraid to ask for the ride. She had prayed for protection. As she walked toward her apartment, she told me she would be praying for me. I was glad I let her into my car!