After my first wife left, parenting alone often felt overwhelming. One evening at a restaurant, I needed to change my infant son’s diaper, but there was no table in the men’s room. A woman coming out of the ladies’ room offered to wait by the door while I went in.
Her small act of kindness brought unexpected warmth. She shared that she’d been raised by a single father and admired anyone doing their best for a child. In that brief moment, I felt seen and supported in a way I hadn’t in years.
As I strapped my son back into his carrier, I felt hope renewed. Life is full of challenges, but also small gestures of compassion that can transform an ordinary day into something meaningful.
