When she came up four dollars short, she thought she’d failed. And then someone—me—said, It’s fine. Get home safe. No questions. No lecture. Just dignity in a sentence. “She got here and cried,” Robert said. “She kept saying, ‘the gas station man’ treated me like a human being.” They sent the check because kindness had carried their daughter through her first night of freedom. And they wanted to help carry a little of what was weighing me down, too.Continue reading…
