Man, you never know how your days gonna go. At 1130 I was sitting around the house when my phone rang. It was a local 931 number, so I answered, and a woman's voice with a strong country accent asked me for a ride.

Turns out, she found my number online through the rideshare app I wrote last year called RideQue. She said she was out of food, she and her roommate hadn't eaten in two days, and needed a ride to the local food bank called Gods House. I explained to her that I was a programmer, not a rideshare, then asked for her address and told her I would be there shortly.

She was really close, just over off the old highway and as I was approaching her street a good old boy was walking and stuck his thumb out, so I pulled over. He was going about a half mile down the road, I told him it was my afternoon to help people out, and took him there. This is a really poor neck of the woods by the way. He said his dad just died and he was walking home from the funeral parlor.

When I arrived back at the lady's run down little trailer, a big ol boy came out and said Marie would be right out. She told me her story as we drove to the food bank, they wouldn't get a check until the end of the month and they had completely run out of food two days ago. She hoped that the paperwork she clutched in her hand was good enough to get some food. What I didn't tell her was that if they turned her down I was going to drive her to Krogers and fill up her cart.

She was a sweet older lady, a bit disabled, and I liked her. The food bank came thru and on the way home we talked about where we came from and places she wanted to go. Montana was tops on her list.

I helped them get the food into their trailer, shook their hands, and felt damn good I could help them out today.