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

She was so thin I could see the bones in her wrists.

Her coat hung off her, offering no real protection from the cold.

But what stopped me wasn’t her frailty. It was the baby in her arms.

The infant was bundled in a faded blanket, sleeping against her shoulder. One tiny fist gripped the woman’s coat.

She moved through the aisles slowly and painfully.

I watched her stop at the baby section loaded with diapers, formula, and the basics.

She picked up a small pack of diapers, checked the price, and put them back. Then she picked them up again. She did this three times before finally adding the pack to her basket.

Then went the formula, the cheapest brand.

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