I didn’t start it to draw attention. I started it because it felt like the only way to say thank you.
Thank you, Grandma, for teaching me what it means to live generously.
Thank you for leaving behind not just a card — but a compass.
We live in a world obsessed with visibility. We post, we tag, we hashtag our good deeds. And there’s nothing wrong with celebrating kindness. But my grandmother reminded me of a quieter, deeper truth:
Some of the most powerful acts of love are the ones no one ever sees.
She didn’t need a stage, a headline, or a round of applause. She just needed a moment. A heart. A need.
And she filled it.
So now, I carry that with me. In my wallet, I keep a gift card — just one — and I wait. I wait for the right person, the right moment.
Because I want to be someone’s Angel in Disguise.
Just like Grandma.
