The Biker Who Became Her Guardian How an Old Woman Counting Pennies Changed My Life
I first noticed her because of the way the cashier laughed — sharp, impatient, dismissive. An elderly woman was counting out pennies with trembling hands, her voice barely above a whisper as the line behind her groaned. When the cashier mocked her for being twenty-three cents short, something inside me snapped. I slapped a twenty-dollar…
