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I became a mother at 17, and not long after, my son’s father and I split up. Without support from my parents, I struggled to make ends meet.

Eventually, I ran out of food and found myself in a desperate situation. I turned to my friends for help, holding my 1-year-old son in my arms, but they couldn’t offer any assistance.

Feeling hopeless, I walked aimlessly, tears streaming down my face. That’s when a car pulled up beside me, and a man said, “Get in, I’ll give you a ride.”

At first, I was hesitant, but it was raining, and I had nowhere else to go, so I accepted his offer.

As we drove, I opened up about my struggles.

The man listened carefully, and then, to my surprise, he handed me $100.

That money allowed me to pay for daycare and start looking for a job. We didn’t become wealthy, but his act of kindness made all the difference in my life.

Now, 30 years later, my son is grown, and I often think about that man’s generosity.

His simple act of kindness restored my faith and helped me through one of the darkest times in my life.