FundSwift 2025-09-29T04:59:03Z

Rain lashed against my windshield like angry fists when the engine sputtered and died on that deserted county road. I'd just finished a double shift at the hospital, my scrubs damp with exhaustion, when the dashboard lights flickered their final warning. The tow truck driver's flashlight beam cut through the downpour as he delivered the verdict: "Transmission's shot. $2,800 minimum." My stomach dropped like a stone in water. That number might as well have been a million - rent was due in three d