Once upon a time, I couldn’t afford to put gas in our (aging) car.

A kind soul drifted into our world.

“Here is a Super Gift Card!”

I was floored because I’d heard that its superness involved a discount of 90% off. Every tank of gas!

My eyes stung a bit but I managed to remain composed and eke out a grateful utterance of, erm, gratefulness.

As I got to a particular store on a particular day, and hopes of filling up my sweet and ravenous car, I ran into the kind soul.

He appeared puzzled at my state.

“But… where’s…?”

As I felt I silent sigh escape him (quite a feat since he was two pumps away), it seemed as though he had more to say.

“Read the fine print, friend!”

Flummoxed was I as this dear friend drove off in his lovely, shiny vehicle.

I nearly forgot his words until we returned home and enjoyed an inordinately-meager dinner.

Scanning the front of the card, and then the back, my eyes stumbled painfully upon the following:

This card entitles the bearer to one year of free gas, and one new car.

(May I tell you that it IS, in fact, very possible to develop an allergy to your own tears?)

Praise Be To GOD! And an extra-special thank you to our precious Brother Aaron W.

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