I Helped a Child Carry a Bag — and Learned the Quiet Power of Compassion
I noticed him at the bus stop just as the morning rush swallowed the sidewalk. He couldn’t have been more than twelve. His backpack was worn thin, one strap frayed, and beside him sat a large duffel bag that looked far too heavy for his narrow shoulders. He kept trying to lift it, stopping to…
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