I Paid for a Toddler’s Insulin After His Mom’s Card Was Declined – Two Days Later, a Rough-Looking Guy Showed Up at My Door with a Threat

The woman turned slowly, like she wasn’t sure I was real.

Her eyes were swollen and red, but she still looked surprised. Like hope was something she’d stopped allowing herself to feel a long time ago.

“You… you’d really do that?” she asked.

“It’s expensive… It’s $300.”

That number hit me hard: $300. That wasn’t a splurge. It wasn’t dinner out or something I could shrug off.

It was this week’s groceries. It was the gas bill. It was the field trip that Ava had been buzzing about for two weeks.

It was the little margin I had left after the rest of life had been paid for.

But I had my savings, just for a day like this.

I looked at her — and him.

The little boy clinging to his mother’s sweater like it was all he had… and my throat tightened.

If that were one of my girls… and I needed the help…

I didn’t let myself hesitate a moment longer.

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