At the opening, I watched from a distance. I stood quietly in the back, watching people read her words. Marla’s legacy. It felt like watching her walk through the room, unseen but deeply felt.
The mother’s reply perfectly summed up Marla’s life. She smiled and said, “Someone who saw the world a little better than most.”
Later that night, I found a final, perfect message. As I left, I found a folded piece of paper tucked into my coat pocket.
It read: “You kept going. Thank you.”
No name. Just the words.
I laughed. Then cried. The story was no longer just mine. The story didn’t end with me.
And that was the point.
Marla didn’t want recognition. She wanted a ripple.
And that ripple became a wave.
Your Answer Is Yes
Here’s your answer: yes.
Because the simplest things hold the most power. Every small act matters.
Every look, every kind word, every gesture.
The core lesson from Marla is simple: sometimes, just sometimes, the universe rewards those who look up when others look away.
I never saw Marla again in person. But I still carry the journal. Still write in it.
And if you ever happen to ride the 7:15 bus, you might just find a note waiting for you.
It will be there Not because you’re broken.
And being seen—truly seen—is one of the most healing things in the world.
If this story reminds you to look up and notice the small good things happening around you, please share it. Like it. Pass it on. You might just be giving someone a reminder that their small kindness matters.
Because it does.
