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September 20,1997

NOVEMBER 2008

FIRST 10 MINUTES

The Gas Station

The old man sat in his gas station
on a
cold Christmas Eve.
He hadn't been anywhere in years
sence his wife had passed away.
He had
no decorations,
no tree,
no lights.
It was just
another day
to him.
He didn't hate
Christmas,
just couldn't find a reason to
celebrate.
There were
no children
in his life.
His wife had gone.
He was sitting there looking at the snow
that had been falling for the last hour
and wondering
what it was all about
when the door opened
and
a homeless man
stepped through.
Instead of throwing the man out,
George,
Old George
as he was known by his customers,
told the man to come
and sit by the space heater
and warm up.

"Thank you,
but I don't mean to intrude,"
said the stranger.
"I see you're busy.
I'll just go"

"Not without something hot in your belly,"
George turned
and opened a wide mouth Thermos
and handed it to the stranger.
"It ain't much,
but it's hot
and tasty.
Stew.
Made it myself.
When you're done
there's coffee and it's fresh."

SECOND 10 MINUTES.

Just at that moment
he heard the>
sound of the driveway bell.
"Excuse me be right back,"
George said.
There in the driveway
was an old 53 Chevy.
Steam
was rolling out of the front.
The driver was panicked.
"Mister can you help me?"
said the driver
with a deep Spanish accent.
"My wife is with child
and
my car is broken."
George opened the hood.
It was bad.
The block looked cracked
from the cold;
the car was dead.
"You ain't going in this thing,"
George said as he turned away.
"But mister.
Please help"
The door of the office
closed behind George
as he went in.
George went to the office wall
and got the keys to his old truck,
and went back outside.
He walked around the building
and opened the garage,
started the truck
and drove it around to where
the couple was waiting.
"Here, take my truck,"
he said.
"She ain't the best thing
you ever looked at,
but she runs real good."
George helped put
the woman
in the truck
and watched as
it sped off
into the night.
George turned
and walked back
inside the office.
"Glad I gave em the truck.
Their tires were shot too.
That 'ol truck has brand new........"
George thought
he was talking to the stranger,
but the man had gone.
The thermos was
on the desk,
empty
with a used coffee cup
beside it.
"Well,
at least he got something in his belly."
George thought.
George went back outside
to see
if the old Chevy
would start.
It cranked
slowly,
but it started.
He pulled it into the garage
where the truck had been.
He thought
he would tinker with it
for something to do.
Christmas Eve
meant no customers.
He discovered the block
hadn't cracked
it was just the bottom hose
on the radiator.
"Well,
shoot, I can fix this,"
he said to himself.
So he put a new one on.
"Those tires ain't gonna get'em
through the winter either."
He took the snow treads off
of his wife's
old Lincoln.
They were like new
and he wasn't going
to drive the car.