I Gave $2 to an Elderly Woman at the Store — the Next Day, a Note Appeared on My Locker at Work

I opened her cabinets and found little more than crackers, a half-bag of rice, and a single can of beans. Her fridge held just one thing — an open can of formula. Nothing else.

“I’m sorry,” Evelyn whispered.

“I know I’m failing her. But if they take her, I’ll have nothing.”

Hannah moved beside her. “Nobody’s taking her.

But we need to help you both.”

“How?”

I pulled out my wallet and set every bill on the table. Hannah added hers.

Evelyn stared at the money. “Why would you do this?”

“Because you’ve been carrying the impossible alone,” I replied.

“Let us help.”

I pulled out my phone.

“What are you doing?” Evelyn’s eyes went wide.

“Calling social services.”

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