I still carry the old banknote in my wallet—not for what it led to, but for what it reminds me. Every person we pass carries a history we can’t see. And every moment is a chance to step outside ourselves.
My husband was hospitalized after a car accident. I noticed the old lady in the next bed was all alone, so I brought her meals three times a day. One day, she handed me an old banknote and said something that left me in sh0ck…
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