Completing What She Started
A few days later, still thinking about everything I had learned, I sat alone in her favorite little diner. A young mother caught my eye—she was struggling to pay her bill, balancing a baby and a handful of coins that clearly weren’t enough.
Without hesitation, I approached her table. I handed her the gift card and said softly, “This belonged to my grandmother. She would want you to have it.”
In that moment, everything made sense. My grandmother’s real legacy wasn’t money or things—it was her quiet, unwavering love. Every time she saved a dollar and turned it into a small gift for someone in need, she planted a seed of kindness. And now that seed had found its way to me.
