A massive emergency shelter. Rows of cots. A pregnant woman in a business suit stands alone, hand on her belly. “I didn’t come here to cause trouble. I just need help.”
The director cuts her off: “We cannot accommodate every sob story that walks through those doors.”
Then he appears. Older. Quiet. His voice is steel: “I have known her longer than this place has existed.”
The director freezes. Because the “sob story” she rejected is the reason the doors are even open.
Compassion built this place. Don’t let ego close it.