After a draining 12-hour shift, I stopped for a few groceries. In the express lane, an elderly man’s card kept declining on a few basic items. People sighed, he shrank, and before he could put anything back, I paid the ten dollars.
Two days later, a young woman in a suit knocked on my door.
“Are you the one who helped my grandfather? He has one final request.”
She took me to his home, where he lay weak but smiling. He thanked me for my kindness and handed me an envelope. I held his hand as he passed minutes later.
At home, I finally opened it: a $100,000 check.
My daughters and I honored him that night at a little themed diner, laughing for the first time in weeks. His gift wasn’t just money — it was a reminder that even small kindness can change a life.
