I pulled over on the highway to help an elderly couple with a flat tire — a simple act of kindness, or so I believed

Rain and Despair The rain on I-95 didn’t just fall—it attacked. Sheets of gray hammered the highway, turning it into a slip-and-slide for eighteen-wheelers. I’m Stuart, twenty-eight, freshly “redundant.” Five …

I pulled over on the highway to help an elderly couple with a flat tire — a simple act of kindness, or so I believed Read More