boots two sizes too small, and that the difference between a fair price and a cruel one can be a single person choosing to really see what stands in front of them.
Even now, I still think about how close I came to handing them twenty dollars and closing the door.
That is the part that stays with me.
Not because I’m proud of what I did afterward.
Because I almost didn’t.
And I wonder how many people are standing on porches all over this country, looking at desperation and calling it a bargain.
I know what I’d tell them.
Look again.
Sometimes the thing in front of you is not a job.
It’s a family trying not to fall.
And whether you reach out or not may tell you more about your own heart than theirs.
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