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

“That sounds sad. Still doesn’t fill my register.”

“I’m not arguing with you.”

“Looks like arguing to me.”

Alicia looked down at her flyers.

MERCY HOUSE
A safe home for abandoned and disabled children.
Donations needed. Volunteers needed. Hope needed.

She had printed them on cheap paper at the copy machine in the library annex. The ink had already started continue reading …