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Bonni stood up. She wasn't a public speaker; her voice trembled slightly. "We have hands," she said softly. "We have time."

It started on a Tuesday. Mrs. Higgins, the elderly widow in Apartment 4B, had dropped her groceries all over the lobby floor. A carton of milk burst open, spilling a white river across the tiles. Most people stepped around the mess, muttering about the inconvenience. bonni gee helping hand better