It began with panic in the dark. A dead car. An empty road. No phones. No plan. Only the thin sound of wind and the quiet terror of being stranded where no one should be. Then—headlights. A single pair cutting through the black. A stranger stepped out, calm, steady, offering warmth and help that felt almost unreal in that emptiness. He gave us a ride, a few gentle words, and left before we could even learn his full name. Years passed. Life moved on. The memory faded into the drawer of things that “just happened.”…CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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