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

permission to care.

The same town that had crossed streets, lowered eyes, made comments, offered pity instead of partnership.

And also the town where the waitress had slipped her pie.

Where the librarian had saved books.

Where the electrician had come.

Where children were now known by name instead of category.

People are rarely one thing.

Towns even less.continue reading …