Linda
While helping the dying woman to find her son, I just had to break the law.
While helping the dying woman to find her son, I just had to break the law.
I love my friends, because who else would help me pack up and move 3 bedrooms worth of furniture and stuff in 5 hours, while my abusive, now ex, boyfriend was at work, blissfully unaware of my escape.
Compassion is not something you see when driving the roads of the big city, so it was nice to witness a nicely-clad man getting out of his comfy SUV to help another man whose truck had spilled its contents onto the road behind him.
Part of me wants help, but that part is so small the only thing I'm willing to do is be anonymously cryptic on a website none of my family visits.