Last month I was hitchhiking east on U.S. 12 near Dayton, Washington. This guy pulled over in his pickup and gave me a ride all the way to Kooskia, Idaho. His name was Larry and he was a Christian. We had very good fellowship.
We were driving close to Clarkston, Washington when he asked me if I needed anything. I told him that I could use a new pair of pants. So we went to this store and Larry bought me a pair of paints and some other clothes. He then took me out to eat and drove me all the way to Kooskia (which was way out of his way). He gave me a hundred-dollar bill and I was able to get a motel room for the next two nights. I was very grateful.
After I stayed in Kooskia, I hitchhiked into Montana.
Here is an email from Larry that I received earlier today:
"I called Gene after I saw you. He didn't know of anyone wanting work, but we had a nice visit. He told me I should buy your books which I was planning on it anyway. I've read the paper back [High Plains Drifter] and my son is reading it. I am going to read the other one soon too. I picked up a hitch hiker today by Umatilla and took him to Biggs near The Dalles [Oregon]. I gave him $50.00. He was pretty teary and appreciative. When I got saved it was a week after I turned 21. I'm 64 now. I use to do quite a bit of soul winning back then. I feel like I dropped the ball today and was supposed to at least explain the plan of salvation to the hiker today. I asked God to bring some one across his path that doesn't drop the ball. I really think after spending time with you I have a lot more compassion and maybe I am supposed to stop and smell the coffee instead of going a hundred miles per hour with my business. I can't put my finger on it, but I think something is up. I hope to see you again some time. Your friend in Christ. Larry."
Book Review: High Plains Drifter