Half the money went to a mental health fund we supported. The other half bought laptops for kids at a shelter. It felt right.
Two weeks later, I received a handwritten letter. Inside was a photo—him teaching kids to code at a community center, smiling, surrounded by students.
I placed the photo on my desk, a daily reminder that people can change.
Sometimes life offers a strange, unexpected way to close a chapter. We don’t always get apologies. We don’t always get justice. But sometimes, we get a seat in first class—and a moment to heal.
Sometimes, the universe keeps receipts. And hands out mercy.
If this story moved you, share it. Someone out there might be waiting for their own strange flight. Their own second chance. Grace shows up in the most unexpected places.
