I Paid an Old Man’s Bus Fare After He Forgot His Wallet—The Next Day, Our Lives Changed in a Way We Never Saw Coming
It happened on a Tuesday morning, one of those mornings that seemed so ordinary, so predictably uneventful, that the idea of remembering it for the rest of my life was laughable.
The sky was blanketed by clouds the color of dull steel, hinting at the possibility of rain, and the early commuters waited at the bus stop with the same tired expressions I’d grown accustomed to seeing every weekday.
I was running late for work, a familiar story, but I refused to sprint anymore. I had decided that morning, as I locked my apartment door, that rushing was a bad way to start a day.