Before we parted, she placed her hand on my arm—steady, warm—like she was sealing the lesson.
Driving home, I realized my “plan” hadn’t been clever at all.
It was simple. Almost obvious.
The soda was already forgotten.
But the moment stayed with me.
Because kindness doesn’t need recognition.
It doesn’t need applause.
It just needs a moment—and a willing heart.
That woman will probably never know how much she gave me in that short line at the store.
But ever since, I’ve tried to stay alert for those quiet chances to pass it on—
one small act at a time.
