The Biker Who Became Her Guardian How an Old Woman Counting Pennies Changed My Life
The cashier laughed at her. Not a nervous laugh or a polite chuckle—no, it was sharp, cruel, and real. I stood there in line, watching this tiny old woman tremble as she tried to count out enough pennies to buy a loaf of bread. I’d been alive for sixty-seven years, spent forty-three of them riding…