Persuasion's Painting Outlet

I'm travelling across the barren northern landscape. Nothing but trees for miles. It slips my absent mind that the small towns close for business early. I'm worried. I'm low on gas. That's why I'm worried. 40 miles out from the next black dot on the map, I begin to pray. Please God let this vehicle reach the black dot. 20 miles out she dies... right beside a huge billboard for a towing company! It's 03:27am. I'm cheap and don't want to call a tow truck. Off to my right, in the boreal forest, I faintly see the shimmer of light. Yes, shimmering light! God? No, a wood chipping crew. I make my way back through the mist and trees to find....all diesel powered equipment. But alas, there is a mechanic on the site...with a jerry can....containing 2 gallons of ....GASOLINE! He gives it to me free of charge. (I gave him a bottle of Minute Maid orange juice). By the grace of God, I reached the next black dot, where a 24hr. station stood. Have you ever heard a more miraculous story?