Betrayed by Love, Saved by Power

On our wedding anniversary trip, my wife Russell's sponsored student Leonardo insisted on catching a ride home in my car.

My car was small, the distance was far, and I had a lot of luggage—there was no way I could take him, so I politely declined.

That evening when my wife came home, she was silent for a long time.

"He ended up walking home along the highway. His feet were torn to shreds."

I was confused.

"Couldn't he have just called a cab?"

She nodded gently and poured me a glass of water as usual. I drank it and fell into a deep sleep.