I gave 100 euros to a young woman who was asking for milk for her baby; a month later I found out who she really was.

the possibility of going through a bad time without a stranger deciding that that moment defined their entire life.

And when I saw her again a month later and discovered who she was, I realized that Alberto had made an even bigger mistake than we thought.

I had not misjudged a rich woman.

I had misjudged a person.

And those two things are completely different.

Because you never know what battle someone had to fight before approaching you and saying the words that perhaps cause them the most shame: “I need help.”