I wanted to keep them, not as a token of generosity, but as a reminder:
Compassion matters. Especially when no one is watching.
That box I mailed on a quiet afternoon did more than clothe a child. It told a mother she wasn’t alone. It reminded her that the world still had grace. And in return, she reminded me that the smallest act—done with love—can ripple farther than we’ll ever know.
What I Learned
Sometimes the hardest part about kindness is not knowing if it will be received, appreciated, or even noticed. But I’ve learned that that’s not the point.
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