A Grocery Line, a Twenty-Dollar Bill, and the Ripple of Kindness
Two years ago, I paid for a struggling family’s groceries when their card was declined. I never thought of it again—until a letter with no return address arrived. Inside was $20, a note from a grateful mother, and a child’s shaky handwriting: “You are why I want to help people now.”
The letter included a photo of a little girl—Sofia—in a hospital room. I learned she had a rare blood disorder. That small act of kindness, long forgotten by me, had sparked hope for them during a desperate time.