I PAID FOR A STRANGER’S GROCERIES TWO YEARS AGO—AND TODAY, I GOT THIS IN THE MAIL

“Miss Emily, You may not remember us…”

And truthfully? I didn’t. Not right away.

But as I read, the memory stirred—first faint, then vivid. A family at the grocery store. A weary mother and father. A baby fussing in the cart. The sound of their card being declined. The cashier’s impatient sigh. And me, instinctively reaching for my debit card.

I had said, “It’s fine. Just let them go.”
A moment. Nothing more.

But to them, it was everything.

“You paid for our groceries when we had nothing. I still cry thinking about it. We’re back on our feet now, and my husband and I just want to say thank you—for your courage and love for mi familia.”

I sat there, stunned.Continue reading…