In the morning we were woke, by the sound of ducks or geese feet on the top of our RV. Mallery didn't like them walking around up there, so she started growling at them. The rain was gone and the sun was out that morning. We had five RV's and a van park with us at Wal-Mart. As we were getting ready to leave, the older man in the van came out to talk. He told me, his van had been broke into, and he and his wife had nothing. He wanted to know if I wanted to buy a new crock pot, to help him get some new cloths. He and his wife were starting a new job on Monday. His wife said they had been living in their van for 30 days. I did not believe his story, because when I asked him some questions, things did not add up. Before he had come over to talk to me, God had put it on my heart to help them. I had noticed them the day before sitting in the van, and they were still there the next day. So even though I didn't believe his stories, and normally I do not give money to people who approach me with these kinds of story, I felt I should not judge him, and do what God had told me to do.I gave them some money, and told them, God bless you. He asked if I wanted the crock pot. I told him, we were blessed and we didn't need anything, I told them, I hoped the money would help. I asked how old he was. He told me he was 61. No one that age should be living in their car. |
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