A Gift Returned: The Power of Compassion
She walked into the bakery one rainy afternoon—soaked, expectant, and clearly exhausted.
“Please,” she murmured, “just a loaf of bread.”
She didn’t have any money, but something in her eyes made me reach for the warmest loaf on the shelf. She smiled faintly, placed a simple hairpin in my hand, and said softly, “You’ll need this one day.”Continue reading…
