On Jan. 2, I dropped my husband off at the doctor’s office on Wells Street and had to rush home as we had forgotten his labs for blood work.
We had a busy day ahead trying to squeeze in three doctors’ appointments for my husband before the snowstorm hit. On my way into my car, a woman greeted me with a warm smile and presented me with a package and said she would like to me to have it.
It was a warm loaf of bread. I asked her why she would give this to me, a total stranger. She merely responded with, “Why not?” and got back in her car and drove off.