Here is something I read on Facebook.
Nothing happens by chance
The other night, the night before I left for Florida, Andy, the owner of TractPlanet, sent me some gas money, because he was generous enough to pay for my trip down to his place, as we figure out if me working for him here will be a good fit.
I wanted to get my gas tank filled the night before, so I wouldn’t have to worry about it the next morning, and so I went to get gas. I got to the station, and just went I started pumping the gas, a lady came up to me and asked me if I could give her a ride to a grocery store nearby. I hesitated for a bit, because it appeared that she may have some sort of drug or alcohol issue, and I don’t need to risk getting pulled over and then get in trouble for possession of a substance I never saw in my life, simply because someone in my vehicle possessed it. Read the rest of this entry