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I gave $2 to an elderly woman at the gas station mart without thinking twice when she needed help. The following morning, there was a note taped to my locker at work that made my hands shake before I even finished reading it. I didn’t know then that my kindness would crack my life wide open.
It all started on a night that felt like every other lonely shift.
My kids are grown. My husband died three years ago. The loneliness hits differently.
It was just after midnight, during the final stretch of my shift before I could go home, when the door chimed.
I looked up from my phone, expecting another trucker buying Red Bull in bulk.
Instead, I saw an old woman shuffle through the door like the wind might break her in half.
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