OFFICERS PULLED ME OVER, BUT INSTEAD OF A TICKET, THEY DID SOMETHING I NEVER EXPECTED
I was driving home from my third job, utterly exhausted, with my three girls cramped in the back seat. My car wasn’t exactly ideal—there were no proper car seats, just some old booster cushions I’d found at a thrift store. With rent, groceries, and bills piling up, new car seats felt like a luxury I…
