I Gave $4 to a Tired Mom at the Gas Station – A Week Later, an Envelope Arrived for Me at Work

Sunday came. I changed shirts three times before Lydia swatted my hands and sent me out the door. The house was big, white-fenced, hedges trimmed like they’d been measured. An older couple waited on the porch like they’d been listening for my car. Robert shook my hand. Margaret hugged me like I was family.Continue reading…