Wild Wild West: Bakersfield, CA . . . Good Samaritan Story.

We arrived in Bakersfield, CA late Saturday night . . . we had a reservation at the Days Inn. However, when you have a barbed wire fence around the motel, security has to let you into your own room, and you have a crowd of young and rowdy teenagers hoarding around your door, you have reached the wrong destination. We requested a refund and headed to the Best Western Hill House, which seemed to be in a better section of town. This place was really nice. We even like the mint green microfiber blankets so much that we ordered two for ourselves.

Best Wester Hill Top in Bakersfield, CA

We had stopped for gas in Bakersfield. No one there spoke English, except for one lady who approached the car with a gas tank saying that she was broken down across the street with no money and needed gasoline. He decided to buy her as much gas as her container would hold - about $20.00. As he pumped, I gave her a tract and witnessed to her about Jesus and God's love. She smiled and agreed that God did love her. It was about 108 degrees outside, so he decided to carry the heavy can over to her car about 1/4 of a mile down the road. I followed them in the car. Above is a picture of the broken down car. There was a female driver inside and she refused to speak. He used a funnel and attempted to pour the gas into the tank, but the funnel wasn't the right size, so the gas just spilled on the ground. We tried different ideas, and he kept getting hotter and hotter, but no luck, the funnel even broke in half. He was sweating and feeling faint, so I headed over to the local Uhaul store down the road where I found this young man, Devon. His father is a local almond farmer for Blue Diamond almonds. I told him that we needed help, and he quickly gathered a funnel and headed back over with me. He said, "Maam, you are in a bad neighborhood, if you're not from around here, I'd advise you to not help people." He helped us get the gas into the empty tank, and we witnessed to him as well. He said he was a man of faith. We thanked him by buying him a vanilla milkshake at the local Carl's Jr. As we pulled away, the two women never thanked us, they simply began laughing at us. This whole act of kindness took about 2 hours.