Then, almost a year later, a package appeared on my doorstep.
Inside was a letter—and photos. A beaming little girl in the very clothes I had mailed.
Her mother wrote that those outfits helped carry her through one of the hardest seasons of her life. She thanked me—not just for the clothing, but for the kindness of a stranger when she felt truly alone.
I was floored. Her words stayed with me long after I’d folded the letter away
That moment reminded me how the simplest acts—a box of clothes, a stamp, a bit of empathy—can ripple through someone’s world.
It was more than a thank-you. It was proof that compassion matters, even when you’re not sure it will.
I placed the photos in an album. A quiet reminder: kindness is never wasted.
