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“And then an old biker filled your tank, and everything changed.”
“You just need to be safe.”
Patricia, the advocate, arrived, escorted her to the shelter, arranged police help for her belongings. I handed her three hundred dollars to get home safely.
Brandi hugged me, tears streaming. “I’ll pay you back.”
“Don’t. Just help someone else one day. That’s enough.”
Two weeks later, I called the shelter. Brandi made it safely to Nebraska, mom waiting. She sent a letter thanking me, promising to help other women.
She graduated, became a social worker, saves women like herself. She emails updates, shares photos of new beginnings—a full tank, her own car.Continue reading…
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