I Gave $4 to a Tired Mom at the Gas Station – A Week Later, an Envelope Arrived for Me at Work

She was carrying a sleeping child on her shoulder, a little boy whose arms hung limp around her neck. She moved so carefully, like even breathing too loud might wake him.

Her hair was messy and pulled back in a loose ponytail, her gray sweatshirt had stains on the sleeve, and her eyes looked hollow.

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