I Paid for a Homeless Man’s Groceries – The Next Day, He Greeted Me as a CEO at My Job Interview
The rain pounded against my sweater as I trudged toward the grocery store, each drop soaking through the worn fabric like it had a personal vendetta. My sneakers squished with every step, and I shivered, hugging my arms to my chest. “Just keep going, Emma,” I muttered to myself. “Mom always said tough times don’t…