My car ran out of gas last week on a toll road. Really, no stretch of road in a populated area should go 23 miles with no exits for fuel! It was pretty cool though... I knew it was going to happen. I was driving REALLY slow in the hope of making it to the exit that the toll worker told me about. I was almost there when my Prius started making all sorts of noise and then just quit accelerating. I was able to get to the exit ramp just using the electric battery (which will go 12 miles per hour), and then coast to the light at the end. We (my daughters and I) were then able to get out and push the car through a traffic light, down a side street and to a gas station.
Everyone at the station cheered for us as we rolled in. It was awesome.
I'm just so amazed though, that God allowed us to run out of gas right at the exit for the first gas station we'd seen in 23 miles. He is my Provider and is generous in all his dealings with me!
(And yeah... next time I will fill up BEFORE it gets so low.)