They Kicked Our Survival Box, So We Built a Wall They Couldn’t Tear Down

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Inside, there was a box of Band-Aids. A blister pack of ibuprofen with two pills missing. A pair of thick wool socks.

I smiled and dropped in a handful of cough drops.

Over the month, the “Laundromat Box” became a lifeline.

It wasn’t charity from the rich. It was the poor looking out for the poor.

One night, I found baby formula. Another night, feminine continue reading …