She Paid a Stranded Biker’s Gas, and Three Days Later Everything Changed

overwhelmed.

Maybe things had slipped.

Maybe nobody meant any harm.

That was the favorite song of comfortable people: Maybe nobody meant it.

Alicia had stopped caring what they meant.

She cared what the children had lived without.

Still, something had shifted.

You could feel it.

The old wall of certainty around Mercy House had cracked.

Now when people came,continue reading …