It was a normal winter day, but colder than the day before when I went to run errands in town. I came across a young man who was struggling and offered to help. My efforts blessed me with a gift I didn’t expect, one that changed my life forever.
It was one of those biting January afternoons when the cold seemed to seep through every layer, cutting down to your very bones. I had just finished running errands—groceries, dry cleaning—when I decided to stop by St. Peter’s Church. Something drew me there, perhaps the need for quiet reflection amidst life’s noise. Little did I know, that decision would change two lives forever.
