When a stranger’s desperation met my impulse to help on a rain-soaked highway, I thought I was simply doing the right thing. But the knock on my door seven days later would prove that one act of kindness can ripple farther than you ever imagined… and sometimes, the people you save find ways to save you back.
My name’s Margarita, though everyone calls me Marta. I’m 38, an accountant at a sprawling electronics company where spreadsheets breed like rabbits and the coffee tastes like burnt regret.Continue reading…
