But beneath all that, there was a man who never expected anyone to need him again. My kids were grown. My wife had passed. Life had slowed to a steady rumble. I thought my days of being a protector, a guardian, a father figure… were over.
Then came that Tuesday afternoon at Walmart. A day so ordinary it should have been forgettable—a quick stop for groceries, dog food, and a new bottle of motor oil. I’d barely been inside for five minutes.Continue reading…
