The rest of the acts were small blessings scattered throughout the day—twenty-dollar bills taped to diaper boxes at Walmart, paying for five cars in the McDonald’s drive-thru, quiet surprises meant for strangers I’d never meet.
But the gas tank and the suit… those moments filled me in ways a birthday party never could. They changed me forever.
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