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Story6
A woman at a bus stop once snorted at my thrifted coat and whispered to her friend. Minutes later, I fainted from exhaustion. She caught me, laid me flat, and yelled for help.
When I woke up, she was holding my bag and talking to paramedics. She rode with me to the hospital, holding my hand softly the whole way. She apologized for her earlier comment without making excuses and left before I could ask her name.
Story7
My best friend’s mother treated me like her own. During college, when money was tight, she always insisted I stay for dinner. She slipped food into my bag “accidentally on purpose.” When finals hit, she made care packages with snacks, tea, and handwritten notes. She never asked for anything in return.
Years later, at my graduation, she cried harder than my actual relatives. She whispered, “I always knew you’d make it.” Her faith in me carried me through more than a few dark moments.
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