2. My son had gone into a store to buy a refrigerator water filter. I waited in my truck when my other son called. He said the card company had notified him that every time his brother ran the card, it would not work but kept pulling money fees every time. I'm disabled, and so is my youngest. We both struggled and wheeled into the store. I failed to hold my temper and snapped at my son to stop using it, not enough on it, and every time he did, it charged. We were so broke, and every single penny counted. He looked confused, and I snapped again. This man came and stood too close, and I couldn't back up past my youngest's wheelchair. He slid a credit card into my hand. "Here, use this." Now I was the one confused. "Use it to buy what you need." He said again. I opened my arms (I'm a hugger), he seemed uncomfortable but let me hug him. My son looked him up online, and I checked the amount still on the card. He was the CEO of a utilities company, and I bought groceries that I needed with the rest on the card. When the world feels heavy and uncertain, kindness has a quiet way of reminding us of we're still connected. Do you think so too?
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