An elderly neighbor asked me to drive her to the bank, saying she needed help with her bills. Instead, she withdrew $200 and handed it to me for gas money. I refused, but she insisted. Later, I opened the envelope and froze—it contained six crisp $100 bills and a note: “I know you’ve been secretly paying my electric bill for 8 months. I’m not senile, just grateful. You gave when you had nothing. Now it’s my turn.”
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