He Gave a Struggling Mom $4—A Week Later, He Got an Envelope That Changed Everything
I didn’t expect four dollars to change anything. I was 49, working the night shift at a gas station after the factory I’d spent 23 years in shut down. One night, a woman came in at 11:30 with a sleeping boy on her shoulder—milk, bread, diapers on the counter. She counted her money twice. “I’m…