Chapter 6
I opened the place six months later.
A community center. Free meals. Doctors. Counseling.
I named it The Last Tablet.
Because that was what it had come down to. One tablet. One choice. Everything.
People came. They ate. They healed. They found hope.
And I learned something: being rich isn’t about having money. It’s about being able to help.
One afternoon, a woman came in with her young son. He looked tired. Thin. Just like Tyler had.
She couldn’t afford his medicine. She was afraid. Alone.
I handed her what she needed. Just like I’d wanted someone to hand it to me.
"Don't give up," I told her. "Kindness comes back. Sometimes in ways you never expect."
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She cried and thanked me. And as she walked away... I understood.
I hadn't lost my job in the rain. I’d found my purpose.
