Not long after I posted, I received a message from a woman I didn’t know. She explained she was newly single, out of work, and struggling to provide for her toddler daughter. The little girl barely had enough clothes, mostly relying on hand-me-downs that were wearing thin. She didn’t ask for money—just if I could mail some clothes and she’d cover shipping.
At first, I hesitated, unsure if it was a scam. But there was honesty in her words, no guilt or desperation. I thought about my own daughter and times I had struggled, and I decided to help. I packed the clothes carefully, added a small note, and sent them on their way, expecting nothing in return.
Weeks turned into months, and the package became a fading memory. Then, nearly a year later, a small box arrived at my door. Inside was a heartfelt letter and photos of her daughter wearing the clothes I’d sent, smiling and happy. She wrote, “You reminded me that there is still kindness in the world.”
That moment taught me that small acts of generosity, even when unseen, can have a profound, lasting impact.
