I never thought a $12 grocery bill would reroute my entire life. I wasn’t trying to be a hero, or generous, or memorable. I just wanted to keep a stranger from feeling the kind of humiliation I’d tasted myself more times than I cared to admit. But life has a habit of circling back with consequences—sometimes brutal, sometimes astonishingly kind. Two days before payday, I stood in line at the grocery store, Owen balanced on my hip like a warm, wiggling bowling ball. He was three, curious about everything and incapable of staying still for more than three seconds at a time. My account had exactly $27 in it. My nerves had maybe half that….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW