When you’ve hit rock bottom, even a few dollars feel like a lifeline. That’s where I was—homeless, living out of a rusted van with my three children, and holding onto just three crumpled bills to buy them breakfast the next morning. But then, past midnight at a lonely gas station, I saw an elderly man struggling to pay for a bottle of water he desperately needed for his medication. Without thinking twice, I handed over the last $3 I had. It felt like the right thing to do, but I never imagined that single act of kindness would spark a chain of events that would change our lives forever.
