I Paid for a Homeless Man’s Groceries – The Next Day, He Greeted Me as a CEO at My Job Interview
Emma trudged through the rain, her soaked sweater clinging tightly to her skin as cold drops traced paths down her cheeks. The city lights blurred through the downpour, and she whispered to herself, “Just keep going.” In her mind, her mother’s voice repeated softly, like a familiar lullaby: “Tough times don’t last forever, sweetheart.” At…