The Scavenger's Secret: More Than Just Junk

ted. At every stop, they'd offer to buy me food or a drink, pity etch

hisper to Doc. "She's proba

head down, cont

that pressed down on us. One by one, their high-tech bikes started overheating. Their specialize

ting in. Disqualifi

over, his face grim. "We'

looking faint, leani

d my "junk" sack. Inside, nestled among the rusty bolts and frayed wires, were dozens of m

said. "I emptied my bag to carry some

plies, in stunned silence. Doc was

" I said, repeating the excuse I

se between carrying water and carrying my worthless junk. They didn't see the foresight; they saw the sacrifice of

didn't see it that way. They saw it as them being saved