I GAVE A HOMELESS WOMAN SHELTER IN MY GARAGE—TWO DAYS LATER, I LOOKED INSIDE AND CRIED OUT, “OH GOD! WHAT IS THIS?!”
One rainy evening, on my way home, I saw her—an older woman, huddled under a streetlamp, drenched from head to toe. She looked frail, prematurely aged by hardship, but her eyes… Her eyes were clear. They reminded me of my mother who passed away a year ago. I don’t know what came over…
