A Small Morning Moment That Changed Everything:
One morning, I rushed out to a small bagel shop near my home. From a distance, I noticed something on the other side of the road—just a shape at first. But as I drew closer, I realized it wasn’t an object at all. It was a woman. She stood alone beside a shopping cart overflowing with her belongings, clutching her hand in pain, tears streaming down her face. In that moment, my heart broke. I had only gone out to get breakfast for my daughter, yet seeing her standing there shook me to my core. I couldn’t just drive away. I called 911, explained what I saw, and the gentleman on the phone assured me that help was on the way. On my return, I brought a bagel, a cup of coffee, and a bottle of water. But she was gone. I placed the small meal beside her cart and prayed she would find it when she returned. For years, this has been my reality: stopping at traffic lights, driving through busy intersections, seeing people holding signs that say, “Hungry, please help.” Each time, I do what I can—a f...