I Was Baking Pies for Hospice Patients – Then One Arrived for Me, and I Nearly Passed Out
I didn’t start baking to be generous—I baked to survive. At sixteen, I escaped a house fire barefoot in the snow while my parents and grandfather didn’t make it out. Overnight, my world vanished. I ended up in a youth shelter with a narrow bed and rules taped to the walls, while my only relative…