Then they wheeled her outside. I watched the ambulance lights disappear into traffic.
The store slowly returned to normal. I walked back to my cart. Motor oil. Paper towels. Ordinary things. But nothing felt ordinary anymore. One rider handed me my gloves. “You alright?” he asked.
I nodded. They left quietly, engines rumbling softly as they rode away.
Later, when I stepped outside, evening had settled in. And I realized something clearly. Acts of kindness rarely seem important in the moment. But years later, they can still come back and save a life.
