Last year, while cleaning out my daughter’s closet, I decided to donate some gently used clothes for a toddler girl.
A woman reached out, explaining she was struggling and asked if I could mail them. I was hesitant—was it a scam?
But something about her message made me pause. I thought of how hard it is to ask for help. So, I sent the clothes, expecting nothing in return.
Months passed. I moved on. A part of me wondered if I’d been taken advantage of—but I let it go, trusting they might have helped someone in need.
Nearly a year later, a package arrived. Inside was a handwritten letter and photos of a joyful little girl wearing the very clothes I had sent.
Her mother wrote how much that simple gift meant to her during a difficult time. She said it reminded her that she wasn’t alone.
Tears filled my eyes. That letter wasn’t just a thank-you—it was a powerful reminder that even small acts of kindness
can mean the world to someone else. I saved the photos as a quiet promise to always choose compassion, even when no one’s watching.
