A year ago, a man stopped me on a lonely road. His face was covered, and in his …
A year ago, a man stopped me on a lonely road. His face was covered, and in his trembling hands was a knife. He demanded money. I was terrified—shaking, my heart racing. I gave him everything I could. But what struck me most was not the knife…it was his eyes. Behind the fear and desperation, […]








