When Ireland Dannehold opened her Nocatee apartment door to receive a Panera DoorDash order on a Tuesday afternoon, she expected little more than a transaction.
Instead, she found an 81-year-old man standing before her — paper bag in one hand, drink in the other. His beard was white, his eyes soft with age. A brace wrapped around his knee, evidence of strain, and still, he had climbed three flights of stairs to reach her.
He offered a warm smile, handed over the meal, and turned to go — his back slightly bent, his gait deliberate, on to the next delivery…