I Was Selling Paintings in the Park to Save My Daughter — Until One Stranger Turned My Entire Life Around
Most mornings, long before the city fully wakes, I push an old cart down five slow blocks toward the park—my easel rattling, paint tubes nearly empty, and hope stretched thinner than the brushes I use. At seventy years old, I never imagined I’d be selling paintings outdoors just to afford my daughter’s medical care. Yet…