Dirty Elderly Lady Runs into a Gas Station on Rainy Night, Screaming for Help — Story of the Day

A woman walked for miles in the middle of a thunderstorm to save her husband, but when she arrived at the service station, the manager refused to help her.

It was a dark and stormy night… Tara Wilson stared out of the service station’s wide window at the pouring rain and sighed. Just then, a streak of lightning flashed across the sky and the sound of thunder split the night.

Night duty at a gas station wasn’t exactly the exciting job Tara had been dreaming of when she went to journalism school, but unfortunately, she’d had to leave college to support her ailing mother. What Tara didn’t know was that the dreary night was about to become a lot more exciting.

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Even as Tara thought about her life, a frail figure was stumbling towards her in the dark, almost bent double against the force of the wind and the driving train. Tara was almost asleep when a gasping voice interrupted her reverie. “Please, oh please…”

Tara, who was seated behind the service station’s counter, jumped to her feet. In front of her, dripping equal portions of rain and mud was an older woman. Her clothes were plastered with oil, dirt, and mud, and dark streaks of makeup ran down her face.

“Ma’am?” Tara gasped. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you come in!”

The woman took another stumbling step forward and held on to the counter with desperate hands. “Please,” she gasped again, “I need your help…”

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“Oh I’ll just bet you do!” a harsh masculine voice interrupted. It was Tara’s boss, Mr. Anderson, the service station’s night manager who must have heard the woman enter from the back office where he spent his nights online on dubious sites.

Never deny a person in need of help.

“I’ve had enough of you derelicts walking in cadging hot food and coffee every time it rains.” Mr. Anderson snarled. “Get out!”

“Please,” the woman said in a calmer voice, and Tara noticed she had a sweet voice and an educated accent. “I need help, my phone is smashed…”

“Help?” sneered Mr. Anderson. “Did you drive here? Do you need gas? Or motor oil? Do you have money or a credit card?”

“No,” the woman said. “You don’t understand…”

“I understand you just fine.” the manager snarled. “Get out! No car and no money, you get nothing!”

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The woman pressed her shaking hands together. “My husband and I had a car accident, he’s lying unconscious on the road…All I ask is that you make a phone call!”

Tara made up her mind and stepped forward. “Ma’am, I’ll call 911 for you,” she said. She picked up the receiver of the service station’s landline and dialed. She frowned and picked up her cell phone then shook her head.

“I’m sorry,” she told the woman. “But the storm probably took down the phone lines and the cell tower. Where did you crash?”

The woman’s lips were trembling. “My poor John, oh my poor John…”

Tara came around the counter and put her arm around the woman’s sopping-wet shoulders. “Come on, Ma’am, I’ll drive you to him. We’ll take him to the hospital.”

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The manager was enraged. “You most certainly will not!” he screamed. “You walk out that door and you’re fired!”

Tara looked at Mr. Anderson and said quietly. “Go ahead, fire me. But I won’t leave a man dying by the roadside.”

“Thank you, my dear,” cried the woman. “My husband is an influential man, you won’t regret this.”

“No matter who your husband is, I won’t regret it, Ma’am,” said Tara as she settled the woman into her car and buckled her seat belt. “My mother always taught us to help whenever we could, no matter who it is.”

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With the woman’s guidance, Tara found the scene of the accident. The car was completely destroyed, and by the side of the road and covered with a blanket was an older man.

“John,” the woman cried kneeling by his side, “I’m here, darling, I found help!” The man opened his eyes and tried to speak, but he was obviously too weak. Tara and the woman managed to get him into her car’s backseat, and they drove to the hospital through the pouring rain.

As soon as the hospital’s staff had the man in hand, Tara asked them to take a look at the woman too, who was shivering from shock and exhaustion, then she allowed herself to sink into one of the waiting room chairs.

A while later, a tall young doctor came over and asked if she had been the one who’d brought the older couple over. “Yes,” Tara said. “Are they alright?”

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“Thanks to you!” said the doctor with a smile. “Mrs. Smythe told me what you did. Her husband had internal bleeding, and another half an hour would have been too late. We’re also treating Mrs. Smythe for shock and hypothermia.”

“Mrs. Smythe, that’s the lady’s name?” asked Tara. “And they are going to be alright?”

“Yes, you saved their lives,” said the doctor, casting Tara an admiring look. “You’re a hero!”

“No,” said Tara. “Mrs. Smythe is the hero. She walked five miles in the rain to get help for her husband, and she never gave up!”

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As it turned out, Mr. Smythe was the owner of the local TV station, and his news team told the story of how Tara lost her job to save two lives. Mr. Anderson was mentioned by name, and his boss fired him for casting the company in a bad light.

When Mr. Smythe discovered that Tara was a semester away from her journalism major, he hired her as a junior reporter. She was earning a lot more than she had at the service station and doing what she loved.

Rumor has it that Tra has been dating a handsome young doctor she met in an emergency room one dark and stormy night, and he might be on the verge of popping the question…

What can we learn from this story?

  • Never deny a person in need of help. Mr. Anderson wanted to run Mrs. Smythe off because she was dirty and he thought she was poor and homeless and it ended up costing him his job.
  • Life rewards the kindest hearts. Tara risked her job to help Mrs. Smythe but got the job of her dreams and met a wonderful man.

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I Accidentally Saw an Unknown Number Message My Son’s Phone – The Truth behind It Left Me in Tears

Last week, while tidying up the living room, Meredith stumbled upon her son Edward’s phone with a mysterious message: “Are we still on for tonight?” Her heart sank as curiosity turned to dread, leading her to uncover a secret that left her in tears.

Last week, I was tidying up the living room when I found an unexpected surprise. While fluffing the couch cushions, I discovered Edward’s phone wedged deep between them. I picked it up, ready to set it aside for him.

A phone between the cushions | Source: Midjourney

A phone between the cushions | Source: Midjourney

As I held the phone, it suddenly vibrated in my hand. A message flashed on the screen: “Are we still on for tonight?” My heart skipped a beat. Edward is married, and this number wasn’t familiar.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I stared at the phone, feeling a mix of confusion and worry. What could this mean? Why would someone send him this message? Just as I was about to put the phone down, another message popped up: “Can’t wait to see you again, love.”

Meredith sees the text | Source: Midjourney

Meredith sees the text | Source: Midjourney

My heart sank. The thought that my son might be unfaithful was devastating. Doubts filled my mind. Was my son hiding something? I needed to know the truth.

Lately, I’ve felt out of place in my own family. Edward, my son, was always busy, going out more often. Each time he left the house, I felt a pang of loneliness. He used to share everything with me, but now, there was a distance between us.

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Edward is busy with his homework | Source: Midjourney

My husband, Robert, seemed more distant too. He spent a lot of time absorbed in his own activities. Our conversations had become brief and superficial. We used to be so close, sharing our thoughts and dreams. Now, it felt like we were just two people living under the same roof.

I missed the days when we were all so connected. When Edward was younger, he would confide in me about his school, his friends, and his dreams.

Robert and I would plan our future together, excited about our plans and adventures. But now, it seemed like they both had their own worlds, and I was no longer a part of them.

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Robert works in his home office | Source: Midjourney

This feeling of isolation was heavy. I felt like an outsider in my own home. I yearned for the closeness we once had. The fear of being left behind by the people I loved most consumed me. I just wanted to feel connected again, to be a part of their lives, and not just a bystander.

I decided not to jump to conclusions. I needed more information. The next evening, Edward mentioned he was heading out. He seemed relaxed, but I was on edge. My mind was racing with questions.

“Where are you going?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

“Just out for a bit, Mom,” he replied with a smile.

Meredith follows Edward | Source: Midjourney

Meredith follows Edward | Source: Midjourney

As he left, I grabbed my keys. I had to know the truth. I followed him discreetly, keeping a safe distance. My heart pounded in my chest. Anxiety and concern swirled inside me.

What if he saw me? What if I found out something I didn’t want to know? Each turn he took increased my dread. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my palms sweating. The drive felt like an eternity, and I struggled to keep my breathing steady.

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Edward waits for someone in a cafe | Source: Midjourney

Edward finally parked his car in front of a cozy little café. He stepped out, looking around as if expecting someone. My stomach churned as I watched from a distance. He walked inside, and I quickly found a spot where I could see without being seen.

Minutes felt like hours as I waited. My mind raced with possibilities. Was he meeting someone? Was it serious? I had to remind myself to stay calm and not assume the worst.

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Linda arrives at a cafe | Source: Midjourney

Then, I saw her. My best friend, Linda, walked in and greeted Edward with a hug. They sat down together, laughing and chatting like old friends. A wave of relief washed over me, but it was quickly replaced by confusion. What were they doing together?

I stayed hidden, watching their every move. They seemed so comfortable, so familiar. It didn’t make sense. The messages, the secrecy—what was going on? I needed answers, but I was too scared to confront them. Instead, I stayed in my hiding spot, hoping to piece together the truth without causing a scene.

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Edward and Linda discuss something | Source: Midjourney

As I prepared to confront Edward and Linda, my heart raced. I took a deep breath and started to walk towards them. But just then, I saw another familiar face—my husband, Robert. He walked into the café and joined them at the table.

My confusion grew. Why was Robert there? What was going on? I watched from my hiding spot as they all greeted each other warmly. Their faces were filled with excitement and joy.

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Robert approaches the cafe | Source: Midjourney

I stayed hidden, trying to make sense of it all. They began talking animatedly, and I could see the excitement in their gestures. They pulled out some brochures and started discussing something earnestly. I couldn’t hear their words, but the enthusiasm was clear.

Linda showed a brochure to Edward, and he nodded eagerly. Robert pointed to something on the brochure, and they all leaned in closer to look.

They seemed to be planning something big and important. My anxiety started to ease as I watched them, but the confusion lingered. What could they be planning that involved all of them together?

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Travel brochures on the table | Source: Midjourney

My mind raced with possibilities. Were they planning a family trip? A surprise party? I couldn’t piece it together, but I decided to wait a bit longer before revealing myself. I needed to understand what was happening first.

As I watched them, I felt a mix of emotions — relief that it wasn’t what I had feared, and curiosity about what they were planning. I stayed hidden, my heart beating steadily, waiting for the right moment to step in and join the conversation.

My heart pounded as I walked up to their table. Edward was the first to see me.

“Mom!” he exclaimed, eyes wide with surprise. “What are you doing here?”

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Meredith makes an appearance | Source: Midjourney

Linda and Robert turned to look at me, equally shocked. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.

“I could ask you the same thing,” I said, my voice trembling. “What’s going on here?”

Linda quickly spoke up. “Meredith, we were just about to call you!”

Edward nodded. “Mom, I’m sorry for the secrecy. We’ve been planning something special.”

Linda smiled warmly. “We’ve been arranging a surprise retirement cruise for you and Robert. We wanted it to be perfect before telling you.”

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Linda and Meredith | Source: Midjourney

I stared at them, trying to process their words. “A cruise? For us?”

Robert put his arm around me. “Yes, honey. They’ve been working hard to make sure everything is just right. We didn’t want to get your hopes up until it was all set.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as the realization sank in. “I thought… I thought something else was going on,” I admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Meredith | Source: Midjourney

Meredith | Source: Midjourney

Edward reached out and took my hand. “I’m so sorry, Mom. We should have told you sooner.”

Linda nodded. “We didn’t mean to worry you. We just wanted it to be a wonderful surprise.”

I wiped my tears and smiled, feeling a wave of relief and gratitude. “Thank you,” I whispered. “This means so much to me.”

We sat down together, and they started sharing the details of the cruise. As we talked, my initial fear and confusion melted away, replaced by excitement for the journey ahead.

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Meredith on a cruise ship | Source: Midjourney

A few weeks later, Robert and I boarded the cruise ship. The sea breeze was refreshing. I felt a sense of excitement.

“Isn’t this beautiful?” Robert asked, smiling at me.

“Yes, it is,” I replied, squeezing his hand.

We explored the ship, marveling at its luxury. The dining hall was elegant, the pool inviting. We found our cabin, which was cozy and comfortable.

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Tropical getaway | Source: Midjourney

“This is perfect,” I said, unpacking my bag.

Robert nodded. “I’m glad we did this. We needed a break.”

Each day brought new adventures. We enjoyed the shows, tried new foods, and relaxed on the deck.

One evening, as we watched the sunset, Robert turned to me. “Thank you for being patient with us. We wanted to make this special.”

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Meredith and Robert | Source: Midjourney

Tears filled my eyes. “Thank you for this wonderful gift. It means so much.”

As the ship sailed on, I felt our bond strengthen. We were reconnecting, finding joy in each other’s company again. This cruise was not just a vacation; it was a new beginning.

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