I could hardly believe it. For so long, I had been surviving on scraps of hope, finding comfort only in baking pies for strangers. Now, through an act of kindness I never expected, my life had been transformed.
Margaret’s gift didn’t just change my circumstances. It gave me something far more important: purpose.
“Made with love, from someone who’s walked this path.”
It was my way of honoring Margaret, of continuing the circle of kindness she had started.
More Than Just Pies
What struck me most about Margaret’s gift was this: she had never even met me. She didn’t know my face. She didn’t know my story. All she knew was the taste of kindness — and she chose to pass that kindness on.
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