I was behind a mom with kids at checkout. She had no cash and her card was declined. I offered to pay and carried her bags to the car because she was leaving.
She gave me a folded note before driving away. When I read it, I froze at what was inside. “You saved my kids,” it said.
Today I would end it all. You showed me kindness still exists. Thank you.
–L.”
I stood there for a minute, squinting at the paper like it might rewrite itself. The parking lot was busy, but everything else blurred. That statement impacted me harder than anything else.
