This tale is about a woman suffering from an uncertain case of mistaken identity. The incident brings on a rather sudden case of guilt during a remarkable windy lunch break.
Sometimes we need that reassuring touch — even from a stranger — to know that the world is unfair, but at the end of the day, we’re going to make it.
That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.
Leave me a note in the comments: When is the last time you got a nice touch from a stranger?