I never believed that tiny moments could truly shift the course of your life. You go to work, come home, do your best with what you’ve got. The world rarely surprises you, and when it does, it’s usually not in a good way. But one quiet Thursday morning at a gas station proved me wrong.
My name is Ross. I’m 49, married to Lydia, raising two kids who seem to outgrow everything except their appetites. We have a mortgage that feels too big for a house that feels too small, but after everything that’s happened, I’m grateful we even have it.