At that point in my life, everything felt automatic. I worked full time at a small insurance office while raising two young children on my own. My mother helped whenever she could, even after exhausting hospital shifts of her own. Most days were just a nonstop routine of work, school pickups, errands, bills, and trying to stay afloat. I wasn’t searching for purpose or expecting life to change. I was simply trying to survive one day at a time. That’s why I never imagined that a small interaction in a grocery store parking lot would completely redirect my future.
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