That note didn’t just return my wallet—it restored something quieter, deeper. It reminded me that kindness isn’t gone. That people still choose to care, even when no one’s watching.
So now, when I see someone fumbling, hesitating, hurting—I try to be the one who notices. Because sometimes, it only takes a few words, scribbled on the back of a receipt, to remind someone that the world still holds grace.
