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The woman looked like she was about to collapse; her hands were shaking violently now as she told me through tears that the money was for her daughter’s specialized prescription, and the pharmacy would close in less than an hour. I knew if I stayed any longer, I’d miss my train, miss my interview, and likely miss the only real chance I had left. But seeing her devastation made my own problems feel suddenly very small and very far away. In a split-second decision that I didn’t fully think through, I pretended that I’d found the money and gave her my own cash, palming my last fifty-pound note and pulling it out from behind a pile of damp leaves as if fate had returned it.
