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While getting gas, Nicole Marie Heintz observed something strange. She posted about her experience on the Love What Matters Facebook group, which has been shared thousands of times.

“So I was just on my way to work and had to stop for gas, so I allowed myself some extra time to get to work.

When I pulled up to the pump, I shut my car off and saw this middle-aged man crying while looking at the gas pump.


I began to wonder what had happened to this man, and as I got out of my car and looked at him, my heart felt like it had stopped.

Apple Valley, Minnesota, is 10 degrees and cold with the wind. This man was wearing flip-flops with socks covered in holes.

I look at his car and see his wife in the front seat covering her face in her hands and the 2 teenage girls cuddling under a blanket in the back seat.


I didn’t even think, and I went up to the man and said, “Sir, is something the matter?” He looked at me, and I could tell he was on the verge of giving up because he didn’t even try to conceal his tears when he said, “I can’t even provide for my family.”

Without even thinking, I put my card in his machine and told him Jesus Christ, the Son of God, died to provide for you. Fill up.

Something came alive in him. He was in shock like he had forgotten how to pump gas.

At that exact moment, his wife got out of her car. She asked her husband what was going on, and he told her he had just paid for their gas. She started to cry and came around the corner to shake my hand when I saw her pants were dirty and torn.


I asked her to come to my car.

The airport lost some of my luggage on my way to Minnesota from California, and I had to clean out my closet to find stuff to wear and get rid of a lot of stuff. Everything I had yet to give away was sitting in the car’s back seat and the trunk.

I opened my car and told the lady to take what she wanted.

Back to her car, she ran in a hurry. I had hugged her because I was so afraid, but she and her two girls had dug through those clothes and were covering their shabby clothes with my sweaters, shirts, and sweatpants.


After quickly finishing the gas pump, the father approached. There was a small gathering at the gas station as a result.

An older man offered the family a gift card, and a middle-aged man donated the father’s jacket.

Never in my life did I imagine that I would witness something of this nature at a gas station with some total strangers.

However, it gives me hope. That God’s love can spread like wildfire. That others are joining us in trying to improve the world.

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