I was working at a café on morning. An older gentleman came in and ordered coffee.He left a $1 tip—nothing special. But under that dollar bill was a little slip of paper with his grandkids’ crayon drawings of snowmen,

I tucked it in my apron and forgot about it.Later that day, feeling down, I looked at the drawing and noticed something: on the back, someone had written, “You’re doing great.” It felt oddly personal and uplifting, like a message I needed at that exact moment.