I Gave My Last $10 to A Homeless Man in 1998, and Today a Lawyer Walked Into My Office With A Box – I Burst Into Tears the Moment I Opened It

something now that I hadn’t before.

It wasn’t about the amount.

It was about the moment.

It became a habit.

***

One afternoon, Mae sat across from me at the table, watching me write.

“You’re doing what Arthur did, aren’t you?”

“Trying to,” I said, looking up.

She smiled a little. “I think he’d like that.”

I smiled.

“I hope so.”

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A week later, I drove out to continue reading …