The Stranger Who Folded My Laundry — and Gave Me Back My Faith in Kindness
The laundromat was nearly empty that morning, the hum of machines the only sound in the room. I had just finished my night shift at the pharmacy, my legs heavy, my eyes burning, my seven-month-old daughter Willow asleep against my chest. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep — just to rest my eyes while the…