I stopped to help an old man into a restaurant, and he changed how I see my dad.
After a long shift, all I wanted was pizza and rest. But outside Salerno’s, I noticed an older man struggling with a cane while people rushed past. I asked if he needed help. He nodded silently. I helped him inside. The hostess knew him—“Mr. Benning”—and when he invited me to join him for pizza, I…