I had thought I was simply clearing out a closet, passing along old clothes without much value. But to her, those clothes had been a shield during a storm, a sign that the world still had kindness to offer when everything else felt lost. She thanked me for believing her when she felt invisible, for choosing understanding when she feared judgment, for offering help when she had nothing to give in return.
She wrote that one day, when she was able, she planned to pay that kindness forward — to keep the chain going. That day, I learned something profoundly simple: we have no idea what battles other people are fighting. A small gesture — a package, a message, a moment of patience — can ripple through someone’s life in ways we may never fully understand.
