The young mother stepped forward next, her toddler perched on her hip. “I was in your shoes once,” she said, her voice tinged with a quiet understanding. “I know what it’s like to have a little one and not know how you’re going to afford diapers. I’ve got a few dollars I can chip in.”
The older man, who had seemed so impatient earlier, stepped closer, clearing his throat. “I didn’t mean to come across as rude in there,” he said gruffly. “Truth is, I’ve had my fair share of hard times. I can put in ten. It’s not much, but it’s something.”