Three months later, the divorce was finalized. I received my share of what Derek had tried to hide and began working at the Wilmington Foundation, managing literacy programs. Catherine became the family I never expected, and I slowly rebuilt my life with dignity and independence.
One evening, I passed a bus stop and saw a tired woman sitting alone. I pulled over and offered help. She told me she had just left a cruel boyfriend and was scared to start over.
I gave her my card and told her we had programs that could support her.
She asked why I was helping a stranger.
I thought of Catherine, the bus stop, and the day kindness saved me.
“Because someone once helped me,” I said. “And it changed everything.”
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