Let Us Give Connie The Retirement She Deserves

At 86, She Gave Me Her Grocery Money

I met Connie in the medicine aisle, where she quietly told me her only dream was having enough to eat. Minutes later, when she thought I was hurting, this 86 year old widow didn't hesitate she dug through her purse to share what little she had with a complete stranger.

For nearly twenty years, Connie has been scraping by alone, barely making rent. Yet she still chose my needs over her own. She showed me what pure compassion looks like, and now I'm asking you to help me show her she's not forgotten.

Please donate whatever you can to help Connie cover her rent and groceries. Let's make sure she never worries about her next meal again.