woman who forgave my brother

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“The Woman Who Forgave My Brother” — and how I met her again at a red light twelve years later.

I was stuck at a red light, impatiently tapping the steering wheel, already running behind to pick up my niece from school. The traffic wasn’t budging, and my frustration was building—until I saw a police officer step into the crosswalk, raising his hand to stop the cars. He was helping an elderly woman cross. She moved slowly, leaning on her cane with both hands, taking each step with deliberate care. At first, it seemed like…