The story:
I had my son when I was 17. His father and I split up, and I was left on my own without support from my parents. Times were tough, and eventually, I ran out of food.
I didn’t know what to do, so I went to my friends to ask for money, holding my 1-year-old son. They didn’t help me. I ended up walking and crying, not knowing where to turn. Then a car stopped, and a man said, “Get in, I’ll give you a ride.”
I was hesitant at first, but it was raining, so I decided to go with him. With tears in my eyes, I shared my story with him. He looked at me and then gave me $100. I was able to pay for daycare and find a job. We didn’t become rich, but I’m very thankful to that man. By the way, my son is now 30.
