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The biker smiled. \u201cYour new home, ma\u2019am.\u201d<\/p>\n
Martha\u2019s knees nearly gave out. \u201cW-what?\u201d<\/p>\n
The young man nodded. \u201cWe found out your house\u2019s roof was falling apart, the heater\u2019s broken, and you\u2019ve been living on next to nothing. So, we took up a collection, reached out to a few sponsors. Every rider pitched in. And yesterday, we finished something special.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pointed down the street. Parked at the end was a freshly painted, cozy looking cottage with a small garden, a porch swing, and a ramp instead of steps.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s yours, Miss Martha. Free and clear.\u201d<\/p>\n
Martha gasped, her hands shaking. \u201cI don\u2019t deserve this.\u201d<\/p>\n
The young smiled. \u201cYou deserve the world, ma\u2019am. You taught us that one small act of kindness can start a wildfire.\u201d<\/p>\n
The crowd of bikers cheered, revving their engines in a thunderous roar that filled the air with energy and warmth. Neighbors came out to watch as tears streamed down Martha\u2019s cheeks.<\/p>\n
She whispered through her tears, \u201cI only gave $10.\u201d<\/p>\n
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