Story 4:
In 8th grade, I struggled with math. My mom found a retired teacher to tutor me for free. She came every Saturday for two years. Never took a dime.
At graduation, she sent me a letter with a photo. Her daughter had died in a car crash at 13.
She said I looked like her. Same hair, same nervous smile. Helping me helped her grieve. That’s why she never charged.
