I still think about her from time to time, wondering where her path has taken her since. I don’t need updates or proof that everything worked out perfectly. What stays with me is the understanding that compassion is never wasted, even when it feels small. A meal, a bit of cash, a moment of recognition—these things can become anchors when someone is adrift. Watching her begin again was worth more than anything that envelope could ever hold. It reminded me that kindness doesn’t vanish once it leaves your hands. It moves, it grows, and sometimes, when you least expect it, it finds its way back to you, carrying a story of resilience and quiet hope that stays long after the moment itself has passed.
