I Gave $4 to a Tired Mom at the Gas Station – A Week Later, an Envelope Arrived for Me at Work

He’s a decent guy in his mid-50s.

“Ross, did you cover someone’s groceries last Friday night?” he asked, leaning against his desk with his arms crossed.

My mind raced. Had I broken some rule? Were they going to make a big deal out of four dollars?

“Yeah, I did,” I said, feeling my face get warm.

“I’m sorry if that was against policy. I paid for it myself, I put my own money in the register—”

He held up his hand and shook his head. “No, no, that’s not why I’m asking.” Then he reached behind him and picked up a white envelope.

“This came for you this morning. Addressed to you by name.”

He handed it to me, and I just stared at it. My name was written on the front in neat handwriting.

“Go ahead and open it,” Mr.

Jenkins said, watching me with curious eyes.

My hands felt clumsy as I tore open the envelope.

Inside was a folded piece of paper, and underneath it was something I wasn’t expecting.

A check for $5,000, made out to me.

I read the amount three times because I thought I was reading it wrong. But no, there it was. Five thousand dollars.

The note was short but written with care.

“Dear Ross,

Thank you for your kindness to my daughter, Emily.

You have no idea how much you helped her that night. She made it home safe because of you. This is a small token of our gratitude.

We would also love to have you over for lunch this Sunday if you’re willing. Please come. We’d like to thank you properly.”

There was an address written underneath, on the other side of town.

I just stood there holding the check, my hands starting to shake.

Mr. Jenkins raised his eyebrows like he was waiting for some kind of explanation, but I couldn’t find any words. My brain couldn’t catch up to what I was seeing.

“Everything okay?” he finally asked.

“I…

I don’t know,” I managed to say. “I need to go home.”

He nodded and didn’t ask any more questions.

I drove home with the envelope sitting in the passenger seat like it might disappear if I looked away. When I pulled into our driveway, Lydia was in the kitchen making sandwiches for the kids’ lunches.

She looked up when I came in, and I guess something in my face worried her because she put down the knife right away.

“Ross, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I handed her the envelope without saying anything. She pulled out the check, looked at it, and her hand flew up to cover her mouth.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

“Ross, what is this? Where did this come from?”

So I told her everything. About the woman and her sleeping boy, the four dollars, and about how she’d looked so desperate and tired.Continue reading…