A Stranger’s Note on My Grocery Receipt Changed My Day — and Restored My Faith in People

In a world that often feels sharp and rushed — where people scroll past one another instead of seeing each other — moments like this matter.

They remind us that compassion doesn’t have to be grand or loud. It lives in the smallest gestures: the person who holds a door a little longer, the driver who lets someone merge, the neighbor who notices when something’s off.

That note on the back of a grocery receipt was more than a message. It was a reminder that the world still holds grace — quiet, steady, everyday grace.

And now, when I see someone fumbling or struggling, I try to be the one who notices. Maybe I can return the favor. Because sometimes, all it takes is a few handwritten words to remind someone they’re not alone.